Whispers of the Changing Seasons
Chapter 1: Spring’s Awakening
Changing seasons hark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning.
The earth stretches after winter’s sleep,
As soft rains kiss and roots run deep.
The daffodils sway in their golden attire,
While robins chirp a song to inspire.
Blossoms unfurl, pink and white,
Nature paints the world in vibrant light.
Streams giggle as they break from ice,
The air is warm, gentle, and nice.
Dreams awaken, long held still,
New hopes rise on the valley and hill.
Chapter 2: Summer’s Glory
The sun ascends, its golden throne,
Fields of amber seeds have grown.
Children laugh where rivers flow,
Under skies with a fiery glow.
The days stretch long, the nights are brief,
A time of joy, a time of relief.
The orchard hums with bees at play,
Their busy wings pave summer's way.
A lemonade glass, cold to the touch,
The taste of berries, a treat as such.
Summer whispers, “Live and thrive,”
The season of vigor, so alive.
Chapter 3: Autumn’s Elegy
Then Autumn comes, her brush so fine,
With hues of ochre, rust, and wine.
Leaves...
Changing seasons hark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning.
The earth stretches after winter’s sleep,
As soft rains kiss and roots run deep.
The daffodils sway in their golden attire,
While robins chirp a song to inspire.
Blossoms unfurl, pink and white,
Nature paints the world in vibrant light.
Streams giggle as they break from ice,
The air is warm, gentle, and nice.
Dreams awaken, long held still,
New hopes rise on the valley and hill.
Chapter 2: Summer’s Glory
The sun ascends, its golden throne,
Fields of amber seeds have grown.
Children laugh where rivers flow,
Under skies with a fiery glow.
The days stretch long, the nights are brief,
A time of joy, a time of relief.
The orchard hums with bees at play,
Their busy wings pave summer's way.
A lemonade glass, cold to the touch,
The taste of berries, a treat as such.
Summer whispers, “Live and thrive,”
The season of vigor, so alive.
Chapter 3: Autumn’s Elegy
Then Autumn comes, her brush so fine,
With hues of ochre, rust, and wine.
Leaves...