Seasons Poem
Four sisters of the year, in dance entwined,Each bears a gift, for humankind designed.First comes the maiden fair, with laughter light,Her breath is Spring, with blooms bedight.She waltzes in, with a gentle hand,Bestowing life across the land.Buds unfurl at her tender touch,Nature’s palette, her brush and such.Then Summer, fierce with sun’s embrace,A queen of high…