Seasons come, seasons go,
Seasons do change,
At a moment they'll be closest to you,
At another, they are out of your range.

Seasons sometimes make you smile,
Sometimes make you let out a cry,
Seasons are made to change,
To understand, you have to try.

Seasons are different,
They're good, they're bad,
They're happy, they're sad,
They're cool, they're mad.

Summers are bright,
Winters are cold,
Autumn shows fright,
And spring is bold.

Seasons come, seasons go,
Seasons do change.
It's your choice, to keep them close,
Or out of range.

©Jigyasa Takkar