Seasons
Oh, the wintry gusts of snow
So pretty when flakes first fall
How I love to see them so
Despite many a fierce squall
Ah, the early buds of spring
Dancing in a gentle breeze
Such joy to me they do bring
With a simple type of ease
Oh, the summer's sun so bright
Shining high above the land
How warm I feel in the night
Resting on the beach's sand
Ah, how fall means a new life
Leaves change to a unique hue
Any sense of angst or strife
Do not make me feel as blue
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