Changing Seasons

Seasons will come and will go,
Changing from one to another,
Always viewed from the window.

Warmth and heat always follow,
Quickly summer seems to shutter,
Seasons will come and will go.

Autumn I spend near the oxbow,
Leaves fall and dance and flutter,
Always viewed from the window.

Winter delivers a powerful blow,
With snow and ice it passes much slower,
Seasons will come and will go.

Winter passes with a lingering afterglow,
Where spring give a break to summer,
Always viewed from the window.

Four in all they smoothly flow,
Each different from the other.
Seasons will come and will go,
Always viewed from the window.

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