The seasons have always thrilled me.
In a way I can’t explain.
How in England, sleet will lash down,
But sun will shine in Spain.

Now, I know that’s weather I’ve just discussed
And I know that climates differ.
But I find it odd
That the cold can make leaves stiffer.

Let’s start with Spring.
A time of life, a time of rebirth.
You can’t deny it’s beautiful,
Watching flowers sprout from the earth.

And Summer-time is lovely,
With the beach and the sun.
I can’t think of a better time
To have some outdoor fun.

Unfortunately, things come and go
And things start to die in Autumn.
But you can see the carcass of a tree.
It’s just nature in post-mortem.

Now, Winter is cold and chilly.
And you may get blankets of snow.
But the cold doesn’t matter,
When you have your own blankets, by a fire with its glow.
Each year, there is a cycle,
That moves from one month to the next.
But wouldn’t it be interesting if it all changed.
Like if the seasons had been hexed.

What if when Autumn come,
The sun came out and drove away the rain.
And once Summer came around once more.
Sheets of snow gave short and vested people pain.

The weather is unpredictable.
And should never be taken lightly.
And you never know if sun, rain
Or by God, thunder, will come day or nightly.