The wind hums low, a whispered tune,
As winter bows to melting noon.
Snowdrifts fade in golden streams,
Spring awakens, wrapped in dreams.
The buds unfurl, so soft, so bright,
Blossoms dance in morning light.
Robins sing and rivers run,
New life glows beneath the sun.
Then summer strides with fiery grace,
Sun-kissed laughter paints each face.
Fields stretch wide in emerald hue,
Days burn long, the sky stays blue.
But soon, a whisper stirs the trees
,A crispness rides upon the breeze.
Leaves, like embers, catch the flame
,Autumn weaves a golden frame.
The days grow short, the nights grow deep,
The earth prepares for silent sleep.
Frost laces fields in silver thread,
And winter tucks the world in bed.
Yet seasons turn, as seasons must,
A cycle spun in nature’s trust.
Through every change, through loss and bloom,
The world hums on, through light and gloom.
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