Winter.
It strips the trees bare.
And finally, we can look through the branches
And see just how lonely we all are

Spring.
It brings back tiny flowers.
And we remember
how much we missed the little things.

Summer.
It brings hot afternoons
And warm waters.
And we know the warmth around us
was dearly missed.

Fall.
It makes the color darker and fuller.
And we can play in the leaves
Like children once again.