Oh how the sun shines,

The rain falls,

Summer dies,

And autumn crawls.

“Oh my sweet child!”

Spring calls loudly,

But autumn doesn’t care,

She stands there proudly.

She commands most trees:

“All of you, release your leaves!”

Most of them comply,

Except for Evergreens.

Mild inconvenience,

But she really couldn’t care,

She carries on her life,

Being everywhere.

She sees people layer up,

What could this be about?

She observes many changes,

Then continues her route.

She passes the 11th,

Goes into the 12th,

But something declines,

This thing is her health.

She’s not taken by surprise,

She is not a dummy,

For she already knows,

That winter is coming,

She gets right to Christmas,

And then she falls over,

Winter is born,

Winter starts to get older.

Winter is lonely,

She always wants to play.

But whenever she breathes,

Most things start to freeze,

Living things go away.

The Bears go to slumber,

Some rodents do too.

Everything stays inside, in comfort.

Winter just sits in snooze.

Winter is bored,

Death comes to her door

She doesn’t want life anymore,

For her life has been sore.

At least there were a few weeks,

That people were happy,

But them having the happiness she seeked,

Made her despise everything more.

She died very depressed,

And left here to rest,

But not without bringing us something,

Spring was in her nest.

Spring carried her mothers pain,

And therefore she cried,

And everywhere she cried,

A rainstorm came alive.

She hated autumns actions,

To the trees, she gave leaves,

She then became happy,

She never wanted to leave.

She had a few holidays,

Had a whole break,

People liked cleaning,

In the middle of her wake.

Summer was coming,

Spring was satisfied,

She would give birth to summer,

And then stay alive.

Summer was born,

Spring taught her her ways,

Storms, sun, and a break,

Was what Summer was taught when she was raised.

Summer went on,

Her mother kept guiding her.

She grew many plants,

And gave people her heat and her showers.

Summer got older,

Spring was weak,

Autumn was coming,

Everyone would behold her.

Oh how the sun shines,

The rain falls,

Summer had died,

And autumn was born…

“Oh my sweet child!”