In the waking arms of Spring, a gentle whisper flows,
Where petals dance with breezy tunes, and vibrant life bestows.
Buds unfurl their verdant wings, in a delicate embrace,
Kissing the world with tender hues, a rejuvenating grace.
Underneath the Summer’s gaze, a sultry whisper warms,
Where fields of gold sway freely, beneath the sun that swarms.
The melody of cicadas hums, through the endless azure skies,
While flavors of the fruitful boughs, in sweet repose, lies.
Within the folds of Autumn, a crisp whisper swirls,
Where leaves cascade in fiery array, as the wind unfurls.
Harvest moon bathes the land, in a golden, glowing sheen,
Whilst creatures frolic, store, and nest, amidst the amber scene.
Beneath the quilt of Winter, a hushed whisper chills,
Where snowflakes grace the slumbering earth, and time seemingly stills.
Bare branches etch against the grey, a monochrome ballet,
As fireside tales and warmth entwine, keeping cold at bay.
Through cycles of the whispered tales, nature sings aloud,
A symphony of life and death, in every leaf endowed.
Eternal is the melody, of seasons wax and wane,
A testament to resilience, through sun, wind, and rain.
Nature spins her stories, in the threads of time so dear,
A tapestry of moments, crafted year by passing year.
In every changing season, may we find a reason new,
To stand in awe, appreciate, and cherish every view.
