Maybe if you turn your head over this way.
You may be able to remember,
Who they were, and what they were to say.
I think it may have been September.

Or whenever,
There was a cold breeze rolling in.
Fall was coming, lighter than a feather.
His size was nearly a sin.

He walked through and around the trees,
Stealing his victims hidden fees,
Shivering as the world spun.
He thought this all to be quite fun.

Then he ran into Winter.
He was many years from “A wizard is never late”,
but it was easy enough to differentiate.
Thats because you hardly could, with the white sinister.

\When school started Fall always past the bell,
Winter suffered from the reverse tell.
But soon they all changed,
When they were ganged.

There they were,
Summer and Spring,
They were far from calling Winter (at least), a new sir,
Winter could remember both flings.

Fall hit it off with his newfound friends,
Summer could remember him opening the door for her.
Fall didn’t realize, that with two girls, there are multiple message sends.
This was not something that for all the girls, would occur.

Summer and Spring stuck together,
Spring preferring the contrast of Winter,
Lucky Summer, the opposite was her.

The seasons managed living in harmony,
Their relationships no longer thorny.
To recap,
This may be a mishap,
But I’m not saying they weren’t intelligent,
Just, staying back year after year was negligence.