Winter:
Cozy white blanket
self concealed from austere cold
life waiting in spring.
Spring:
life awakening,
Flowers hovering in wind
the world is revived.
Summer:
Ardent sun on the ground,
flowers blooming lavishly
life beneath the sun.
Fall:
Darkening shelter
crickets drip to gentle sleep
the is world reposed.
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