In the autumn breeze the trees billow merrily,
The sparkling seas sing their magnificent melody.
In Winter everything seems to fade,
a plants life becomes for animals a food trade.
The waters freeze and fires reign,
Homeless seeking the heat and most trying in vain.
Then a spark of hope 'springs' forth in Spring,
and everything feels like it can do anything.
Life is renewed from Winter's deathly grip,
and happiness anew comes from the long and cold trip.
The final is the scorching winds that come with Summer,
Not quite as dangerous as the Winter, but still a season that lowers the number.
Fires start then more and more spread,
Loved ones and plants are all over found dead.
At the end of each cycle Mother Nature must balance,
The act of each role that each season must dance.