The Song of Seasons

Breeze tickles
Green blades dance
Soft chorus

Yellow streaks
Across blue
Warms the heart

As one fades
One appears
Brisk, brown golds

Fallen crisps
Crunch, crackle
Turns bitter

Silver roads
Paved with ice
Frosted grass

Lingers here
Then sun splits
Breaking through

Life exhales
Then blossoms
Colours bloom

Cycle starts
All again
Sunbeams shine

Some have left
Some are born
Some remain


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