The brownish leaves descend in a fall
And what a sight to see them all.
With gentle air and dancing breeze,
Nature paints with joyful glee.

The blanket of white in the snowy air
Skips around free of care.
The whitest of the flakes are always pure
Showing through the world with common cure.

The world is a canvas and flowers are the paint.
The colors of the plants can show no restraint.
The looks of the colors pop like a strongly loaded spring
And the awe overtakes you like an overpowered sting.

The passion of heat and the water that reigns
Throw winter birds into overwhelming pains.
The youth now roam the streets free of control
And with new found freedom, the streets they now patrol.

The four seasons are nature's basis
For keeping the world in homeostasis.
The nature of these beauties lie
In this poem that hopefully never dies.