The Cycle

Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring.
Each season doing it's own thing.

Summers feels like freedom
It gives us plenty of time be be dumb.
After months of sitting in one place
We finally can have our own space.

Fall brings lots of emotions
We have unwillingly pried ourselves away from the oceans.
But the crisp air gives a break from the relentless heat
From our summer that was very upbeat.

Winter comes, and at first it seems fun
Snow days are number one.
But finals in school is a winter trademark
And everything seems harder because it's always dark.

When spring rolls around nobody really knows what to do
It will feel like all the seasons in one day, too.
It's slowly nearing the end of year
And all anybody wants to do is go swimming in water that is crystal clear.

Finally, to summer the cycle will return,
Because all of the seasons must take turns.

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