Season.

The seasons turn, a constant spin, From winter's chill to summer's win. The earth awakens, green and bright, As spring arrives with morning light. The sun shines strong, the days get long, And summer's warmth begins to song. The world is vibrant, full of life, A time for joy, a time for strife. But then the winds begin to blow, And autumn's leaves start to let go. The colors fade, the days grow short, And winter's chill begins to sort. The cycle turns, a never-ending wheel, As seasons come and go, we feel. The earth is dynamic, full of change, A reminder of life's constant range.