All of the seasons have different holidays, sports, and weather.
The first season kisses your cheek with his cold crystals.
A walk through the woods, a hot cup of cocoa.
This is a beautiful winter evening.
The trees bare and cold,
Christmas trees all aglow,
The wind rushing to and fro,
Blowing on the winter snow.
But it can’t last,
I am sorry to see it go so fast.
Father winter slowly turns his back.

Leaves come running joyfully running in,
Flowers and grass pop up.
The sun shines warm on the newborn spring.
You can hear the children playing gleefully!
New babes are born,
Most days are warm,
And you never know what the next day will bring.
For this is spring!
Yes, yes spring!

And yet when it is already nice and warm,
It gets even warmer and warmer still.
Until we can call it summer.
When school children are ending their studies,
And look forward to days spent by the lake,
Swimming in the cool, crisp water.
Spending time with friends and family, making time fly.
Their free three months fly quickly by.
The hot, hot sun beats quietly down.

But all too soon it comes to an end,
The children start to go back to that horrible school.
The leaves begin to turn colors,
The wind comes back.
Pull on your mittens, and wrap up in your scarf.
For this is fall, the last season of all.
The weather turns cold,
The leaves are old and tired.
Slowly they fall.
Fall, fall, fall,
How slowly they fall.
The lakes frost their water with a thin layer of ice.
Then it starts all over again,
Again and again.