The sky rewrites its colors slow,
From winter’s hush to springtime’s glow.
Snow drifts melt to streams that sing,
Awakening roots with whispered spring.
Summer stretches, bold and wide,
With golden light on every side.
Fields breathe warmth, the rivers gleam,
The earth unfurls its brightest dream.
Then autumn paints with fire and flame,
Each falling leaf a fleeting name.
The air turns crisp, the harvest near,
A quiet song the heart can hear.
At last, the winter veils the land,
With silver frost by tender hand.
The wheel turns round, as nature weaves
,A tapestry of earth and leaves.