The caged animals used to sing
A song so sweet in every spring
Where birds chirp happily
And everyone would dance joyfully.

On winter, a single voice hums
Appears when December comes
Nobody dares to contradict
The said voice ever so sweet.

I know why they're not singers
During the scorching hot summers
Where everything is too dry
Not even a single animal could cry.

Autumn, the season of ordinary
Yet at the same time extraordinary.
Falling leaves of red, orange and yellow
The melody of their songs very mellow.