It's harmonic, how nature ages throughout the year...

Summer, with the world looking bright and green, glistening in the reflection of the sun. Merry and beaming with joy and energy, as everything around seems to be dancing in it's own trance!

Monsoon, with thunderclaps echoing, and the calmness drenched in chaos. Chaos, which may be raging as a stormy night, but is pretty nonetheless.
For we see the world fight. We see it fight through the havoc of the rain... And no matter the tempest, the world always survives.

Autumn, with nature withering for a bit, almost exhausted. Rust coloured leaves falling gently, as it seems the world is tired from all the fighting in the rain.
Tired of the battle it has led, tired of the drawn out life it has been given...
Tired, and giving up.

Winter, when the world seems dead. The same world which was lively and bumbling with joy suddenly quietened down. It's...