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