Nature’s endless dance never ceases to inspire. Each season brings its own rhythm and song — a reminder of life’s quiet cycles and ever-shifting moods. This prose poem is my small tribute to that eternal waltz.
The display of colors, climates, and moods changes as summer follows spring and winter follows autumn, becoming a beautiful song.
A change in season brings about a change in nature.
Winter, in all her white glory, slows the pace of life and growth, stills the activity of lakes and rivers, binding rain and snow to the ground in an icy blanket until spring arrives.
Spring arrives with the warmth of the sun, lifting the icy spell. Frozen streams and rivers are freed. The land, once barren and cold, now bursts with green and life.
Summer welcomes warmer days and shorter nights. Many enjoy the long summer days in the sun, while summer nights open to the waltzing of fireflies in the breeze and twinkling stars in the night sky.
With autumn’s arrival, the days grow cold and trees shed their summer greens for golden-orange and red leaves. Whispers of winter drift on the autumn winds, and as the last leaf of autumn drops, so too does the first snow of winter.
A never-ending cycle of seasons.
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