I met a boy called Spring,

his eyes as green as the new plants.

He had an outfit made of pretty, pink petals

And pure green grass came out of his head like hair.

I met a girl called Summer,

her eyes as blue as the sky.

She had a dress made of flowers

and beautiful, hazelnut hair flowing down her back.

I met a girl called Autumn,

her eyes as brown as mud.

She had clothes made of fallen leaves,

and she had twigs and leaves trailed through her matted hair.

I met a boy called Winter,

his eyes as white as ice.

He has a shirt made of snow and trousers made of ice.

He had icicles as hair.