With autumn comes a dead mind.

And with every year ,

The life has a tragedy.

In winter you stay inside,

Sipping hot cocoa,

While keeping warm in the cold.

In spring, the butterflies fly,

Landing on flowers,

Spreading pollen to others.

In summer, the ice will melt,

With kids splashing around ,

The sun beams down on the ground,

Bringing joy to Earth.