The Fourth Pretty Seasons Of Every Year. Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

No wander
Simply because there are
Four pretty seasons that
Come to make our whole life
Different and even wonderful,
Fall comes just beautifully
To pave the road to another
Season sooner or later anytime,
Winter comes to bring rains
And even snows anywhere,
Spring comes with its pretty
Flowers and roses wonderfully, and
Finally summer completes
The pretty course of all seasons
With its pretty and ripe fruits.