The season starts,
The fluffy white snow is off the charts
There is snow on the benches, cars, and trees
And at first it’s so much fun,
Especially when the snow is up to your knees
But then we begin to complain
About how the cold is such a pain
All anyone wants is sun

Time passes, we stay in for no reason
Here comes the next season

The season starts,
The bright sun fills everyone’s hearts
Light shines brightly on the benches, cars, and trees
At first it’s so much fun,
Especially when no one has to sneeze
But then we begin to complain
About how the heat is such a pain
Nobody wants the sun

Time passes, we stay in for no reason
Here comes the next season

This cycle repeats
Whether it is in cold or in heat
Everyone complains about the weather
That’s why I’m inside, hiding from the cold, while writing this letter