Saisons d’etre
Autumn turns, with gentle grace
Burnished hues, upon its face
Leaves cascading to the ground
Leaving trees, bare and brown
Winters chill, and austere beauty
White flakes abound, as is their duty
The earth grows cold, hard to the touch
Waiting for the spring it misses so much
Smiling spring arrives, welcoming soul
Soon all will thrive, no winter’s toll
Young life is born, in a verdant plane
Nurtured by the warm sun
and quenching rains
Then hot temperatures begin to rise
The summer sun, filled with surprise
Its soaring birds, its gleeful trees
A rush of life, then autumn breeze
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