Spring stirs with a delicate breeze,
Blooms sprout and hearts track down ease.
Summer ignites with brilliant light,
Days are long, and stars are splendid.
Harvest time paints the world dressed in gold,
Leaves slip, the air turns cold.
Winter’s breath is fresh and clear,
Quiet evenings draw everything close.
Each season moves, a cycle valid,
Nature’s cadence, ever new.
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