It’s a lovely spring; flowers blooming everywhere, the trees covered with red buds,
waiting to sprout out into their great green leaves.
From down below, spots of red from the trees flourish and sprout,
as the white of the winter fades away.

And as the leaves grow out over the summer,
Green fills the entire forest of trees, birds chirping around as you march deep within.
The lake, swarmed with boats, kayaks, and a spec of ducks and geese.
You carry on your journey, and up the hill we go. 

As you carry the weight of gravity, and the cold winds of October, the leaves start to fall.
Up above, the forest is a mix of reds, yellows, and oranges.
And so it rains, the clouds of grey swarm above the trees.
And as you get closer to the top, the leaves fade away, and the temperature starts to drop. 

Knee-deep in snow, the flakes fall from all directions, creating a winter wonderland.
It starts to get dark, and the legs start to get cold.
The snow-covered jacket you wear slows you down, your body about to give in, 
But you look up, and see an opening; a scene of nature itself.

You sit and rest, for the journey is complete.

The bright blue sky reigning over what’s down below: the trees cover the sloped ground. 
For in the distance, the mountains across you shadow themselves. 
And the lake of slow moving boats, as they slide like bugs that float on water.
In the end, you’re only half-way done, as you turn to the right,
and ride all the way down to the bottom like a rollercoaster.