Elegantly dancing around
Their spirits spinning around.
The seasons bow to each other
Gracefully, quietly passing her
Her, Mother Nature I mean.
She is all that is queen.
Her daughters graciously accept
Their invitation to reset.

Winter, leaving a chilly wind behind,
Enters the center of the design.
Her beauty in white is not to compare,
Her children falling around everywhere.

Spring smiles, but does not delay,
Not when flowers are coming in May!
Her eyes light up as her brood blooms in the hall
The flowers, her flowers, free for all!

Summer's laughter fills the corridor
As children run around in an uproar.
Things get humid then turn hot.
Plants begin to die, like it or not.

Autumn walks around the room,
Granting candy to the kids in costume.
The once green leaves from Summer and Spring
Now turn orange and red for Thanksgiving.

This happens year after year,
With no delays and just pure cheer.
So do not disturb this tranquil peace
Or face Mother Nature's wrath and decease!


(This was kinda a quickie... so it's not really consistant...)
 
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