Watch as the seasons come and go,
A wonderful symphony,
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,
What diversity!

First comes Spring,
A lush green land,
Forest and fauna everywhere.
Watch as young plants take root,
And give thy winter the boot.
Tranquillity resonates through everywhere,
Do you hear the crickets chirping?
A concerto reverberates in the air.
New life grows in a barren landscape,
As winter makes good its escape.
Soon though, the climate changes,
Searing heat rips through the wind,
Signalling the arrival of Summer.

Summer, the vacation season,
Land once brazen now teems with life.
The scorching sun hangs high in the sky,
Giving off a blazing glare.
Warm air, everywhere!
As creatures start to stir.
They awake from their deep slumber,
To travel far and wide.
The world is so vibrant this time of year,
What more could you expect,
From thy wonderful season.
But soon, cold winds start to blow.
The world loses its shine.
Heralding the arrival of Autumn.

Autumn, a rush of colours,
As the once busy world comes to a grinding halt,
The once viridian leaves turn a deep crimson hue and many more,
Like a sea of colours,
Leaves flutter everywhere,
As strong winds batter them around.
Monsieur Autumn and Brother Wind are casting a magic spell.
With one fell swoop, they change the world,
In no time at all.
But the list does not end here!
When the last leaf drops from its branch,
Winter comes to take its place as ruler of them all.

Winter covers the world with a powdery substance,
So soft, so wet, how cold!
You do not know what this is called,
Well I Never!
Ask and Tom, Dick and Harry and they will know,
It is called snow!
Children play with it every day,
Not a care in the world.
But while the world above still bustle with life,
Underneath is a whole different picture,
Plants and animals lay down to sleep through this cold season,
Hoping to wake in hotter times.
So silent you can hear a pin drop,
What contrast this is!
However this will not last forever as Winter takes its leave,
Beckoning Spring to take its place and rule as king.

This never-ending cycle,
Is funny in a peculiar way.
To see the seasons come and go,
Now that is a symphony!
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter,
What diversity!