The Seasons

Trees like wooden walls,

Harvest music fills the halls,

A golden leaf falls.


Rushing river rapids,

Crunching snow beneath my boots,

priceless jewels melt.


Burning light flickers,

Lovely smells make a journey through my nose,

As the sun slips away.


Rainbows of flowers,

Dew drop necklaces in the grass,

Glinting fish in the pond.

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