Oh, temperature, a fickle friend,
A constant change, without end.
From scorching heat to biting cold,
Your tales are many, to be told.
In summer's blaze, you make us sweat,
Our bodies yearn for respite yet.
But in the winter's icy grip,
We huddle close, for warmth to sip.
The spring brings showers, a gentle touch,
As temperatures begin to clutch.
And autumn's leaves, in vibrant hues,
Dance in the breeze, as temperatures lose.
So let us praise this fickle friend,
Whose changes help us comprehend.
The beauty of the world around,
In every temperature, a sound.