The trees dance to the singing breeze,
But in the winter the dance will freeze.
The world is frozen for months ahead,
This cold and ice is something to dread.

Soon the spring is welcomed with warmth,
And the trees' buds and flowers burst forth.
Bears and squirrels return from their slumber,
And the colors of the world increase in number.

The summer brings along with it the heat,
And tar melts on the warm concrete.
The world is alive with people and play,
If only this liveliness could be one to stay.

Then autumn comes once and for all,
Colorful leaves to the ground they'll fall.
We return to winter soon again,
Where the world will be white and be frozen.

The seasons cycle for all years to come,
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn.