Every season of the year,
Varies on a certain aspect,
Entirely beautiful and sincere,
Rarely admired, without much respect.
Color changing leaves in the fall,
Harvest of pumpkins for carving.
Above snow falls during winters call,
Nothing could be more charming.
Green buds will bloom in trees,
Insistent spring comes around.
Nevertheless summer will guarantee,
Gregarious plants and soft grass on the ground.
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