Weather


There are four seasons:
First, there's spring.
With spring comes rain,
With rain comes birth-
The flowers bloom,
Life begins.
Then comes summer.
With summer comes heat,
With heat comes youth.
The children frolic,
Life goes on.
Then comes autumn.
With autumn comes frost,
With frost comes stability;
Leaves fall from trees,
Life goes on.
Then comes winter.
With winter comes snow,
With snow comes age-
The ground turns white,
Life ends.

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