Winter whispers through bare branches,
A soft sighing of snowflakes dancing.
It paints in whites and silvers, enhancing
The moon's glow on evenings entrancing.
Spring responds in showers, singing,
With green tendrils upwards, spiraling.
Buds burst into blooms, colors mingling,
A canvas of life, ever-changing, unfurling.
Summer laughs in golden rays,
Basking in the endless azure days.
Fields sway in a heat haze,
In nights alight with fireflies' ballets.
Autumn arrives with a painter's grace,
Draping the world in warm embrace.
Leaves in fiery hues trace
The slow dance of time and space.