Twas all green, all life a lovely sheen
the things anew, all fresh--not askew
About they went, energy unspent
None foresaw, though, in their awe
the season range, the world change

Things were bright, but then the plight
of harsh fires dry, some good did die
in that they wept, but soon slept
in lovely warm, but then a storm
but soon the tempest left, and they were not bereft

A chill soon came, the sun tame
a brisk to the land, and colors all grand
twas a sight to see, they all in glee
and a feast they had, for this change was glad
sated, they didn't care, as all the trees were left bare

before they could know, then came the snow
world all in white, and moods all spite
in bitter cold, they were so bold
as to hew the trees, so they wouldn't freeze
but even so, some n'er woke, and too became smoke

But then it passed, all gone at last
the new things  born, the world in green adorn
and in great joy, that could never cloy
for they knew well, without tell
that winter too soon would come, and again they'de be glum