The Four Seasons


Just as cold as a dark and lovely Winter's night,
When no one's making a sound, not a police in sight,

Or the flowers that sprout up on a beautiful Spring day,
With kids shouting and laughing, while they run around and play,

Maybe the sun just a blazing on a Summer's afternoon,
And the fresh taste of barbecue on a gorgeous day in June,

And can't forget the prettiest, and my favorite of all,
Streets covered in leaves, from the great season of Fall.

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