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The dance of the seasons
The dance of the seasons begins its play,
An endless cycle that nature weaves,
Spring comes with a touch of fire,
Awakening the earth with colors that unfold.
Summer rises with its radiant and burning sun,
Days full of light and laughter under the blue sky,
Nature blooms, vibrant and glowing,
While the heat embraces us, without any fear.
Autumn paints its leaves in shades of gold and fire,
The air becomes fresh and the wind sings his song,
The trees detach from what is no longer ego,
Preparing for winter in reflection.
Winter comes with its blanket of snow and cold,
White landscapes that awaken calm,
Nature rests in a gloomy sleep,
While we wait for the promise of a new palm.
The dance of the seasons is a poem in motion,
An eternal cycle that the earth executes with art,
Each station is an act on the stage of time,
A divine spectacle, where nature departs.
© JomyContreras
An endless cycle that nature weaves,
Spring comes with a touch of fire,
Awakening the earth with colors that unfold.
Summer rises with its radiant and burning sun,
Days full of light and laughter under the blue sky,
Nature blooms, vibrant and glowing,
While the heat embraces us, without any fear.
Autumn paints its leaves in shades of gold and fire,
The air becomes fresh and the wind sings his song,
The trees detach from what is no longer ego,
Preparing for winter in reflection.
Winter comes with its blanket of snow and cold,
White landscapes that awaken calm,
Nature rests in a gloomy sleep,
While we wait for the promise of a new palm.
The dance of the seasons is a poem in motion,
An eternal cycle that the earth executes with art,
Each station is an act on the stage of time,
A divine spectacle, where nature departs.
© JomyContreras
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