Seasonal Fever Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

The air is crisp, the leaves are gold,
A new season has taken hold,
The wind whispers secrets, untold,
As the fever of change takes its hold.

The summer heat begins to fade,
As autumn's colors are displayed,
And in the air, a chill pervades,
As seasonal fever invades.

The trees stand bare, as winter nears,
The snow falls softly, without any fears,
And in the silence, we can hear,
The seasonal fever's joyous cheers.

But soon enough, the snow will melt,
And spring will bring a new heartfelt,
A time of growth, of love unfelt,
As seasonal fever is surely dealt.

With every change, we feel the stir,
As seasonal fever becomes a blur,
A time of change, a time of wonder,
As the seasons dance and forever ponder.