Seasons Changing Poem

In the whisper of the leaves, a tale unfolds,
Where summer's vibrant greens turn to gold.
Autumn's breath, a painter unseen,
Brushing hues of amber, orange, and tangerine.

Beneath the boughs, a crispness creeps,
As shadows lengthen and the daylight sleeps.
Leaves pirouette in a ballet of grace,
Adorning earth's canvas, a transient embrace.

Then winter whispers in a voice so still,
Blanketing the world with a frosty chill.
Snowflakes dance, a delicate lace,
Veiling nature in a crystalline embrace.

In the heart of the cold, a promise lies,
For beneath the snow, a new life sighs.
Spring's first bloom, a shy debut,
Painting the world in a verdant hue.

Blossoms awaken in a riot of color,
Life reborn in every flower.
The cycle spins, an endless thread,
From green to gold, then back again.

In the dance of seasons, a rhythm we find,
A harmony of changes, nature's grand design.
Each turn a story, a moment's fleeting glance,
In the beautiful, eternal dance of seasons changing.