Whispers of the Seasons
Spring tiptoes in on petals’ wings,
Soft as the songs the robins sing.
Buds unfurl in a tender green,
A quiet rebirth, gentle, serene.
Summer blazes with golden fire,
Days stretch long, hearts climb higher.
Rivers shimmer, skies hold light,
Warmth lingers deep into the night.
Autumn drapes in amber and rust,
Leaves dance down in the fading dust.
Crisp winds hum a wistful tune,
Beneath a harvest moon.
Winter whispers with icy breath,
Blankets the world in sparkling death.
Yet in the hush of frozen streams,
Lie quiet dreams of springtime dreams.
Seasons turn, a timeless art,
A cycle written upon the heart.
Change is steady, bold, and true—
A story told in every hue.
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