Each season whispers its own tale,
A cycle of whispers, in wind and hail.
Spring sings in blossoms, pink and white,
A world reawakening in the growing light.
Summer hums in the heat, a vibrant tune,
In the laughter that lingers beneath the moon.
Autumn murmurs in colors, bold and bright,
A canvas of change in the fading light.
Winter whispers in silence, soft and deep,
A world at rest, in a peaceful sleep.
Each whisper, a story, in time’s grand weave,
A cycle of seasons, in which we live and believe.