Sun...
bakes earth.
Summer rain...
and plants rebirth.
Autumn smells, sweet gain ,
sky bright through morning mist,
jubilation of the dawn.
Dew abounds, flowers all are kissed.
Nears the time Jack Frost will have his fun.

It came about, bleakest winter fell,
hoary world without taste or smell.
Biting cold covers everything,
yields to a happy spring.
Hope abounds anew,
nothing to do,
only smile
the while
through.