Each season it’s own

To each its own tone

A soft whispery breath

Or loud declare of success

Bright and bold colors

Throughout the seasons

The birth to others

The sun shining for a reason

The harsh thoughts

No light can melt soft

Tendrils that glow

Pearly white snow

The flood of warnings

For the season coming

Brightly red gasps

And bitter green grasps

The grass is green

Soaking in the beams

Of light interrupted by shower

When doe’ll lay and cower

The seasons have their own greeting

To set the tone of the meeting

A soft hello and goodbye

Or and exhilarating shout of bonding ties