Spring.
The burst of flowers
spreading the buds of life
onto the fresh soil.
New life,
Nature's
sweeet smelling morning breath
as she stretches
and yawns.
Ready to start,
the new adventure.

Summer.
Plants,
palpitating about my feet as I
wade through the meadow.
Pushing playfully,
huddling together,
their whispers carried by
the sound of the wind.
The vast expanse of
Green
all around
So this is Paradise

Autumn.
Squirrels scurrying about,
collecting the necessities of life
provided.
Their chitter
reaches my ears
in a way nothing has done before
as the dry touch of the first
golden parachutes,
brushes my skin
A screeching overhead,
should I myself leave?
Not yet..

Winter.
Playfull wind,
pinches
my face.
Laughing.
His old vocal cords strained from
disuse.
Soft blankets
cover the world
in an icy sepulchre
To the outside.
They do not shake off the duvet
because they are warm underneath.
The air has never been so clear,
this is an honor.

Spring; beautiful
Summer; dazzling
Autumn; eye-enchanting
Winter; awe- inspiring
If there is a heaven,
surely it could be
no finer then
the haven of
Man