Whispers of spring breathe life anew,

Buds unfurling, a vibrant hue.

Cherry blossoms dance, a soft pink cascade,

Nature's canvas, in floral hues arrayed.

A symphony of scents fills the air, so sweet,

As winter's slumber retreats in defeat.

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Beneath the sun's golden, gleaming gaze,

Fields of gold sway in a heatwave's haze.

Children's laughter mingles with ocean tides,

In the lush abundance, life joyfully abides.

Fruit ripens, a juicy delight,

Long days give way to warm, starry nights.

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A crispness seeps into the waning light,

Leaves turn to fire, igniting at twilight.

Harvests gathered, a bounty to behold,

Amber, crimson, and russet - a sunset of gold.

The air, scented with apple and woodsmoke,

As nature dons its most flamboyant cloak.

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Silence falls with the snow's gentle touch,

A world in white, serene and hushed.

Frosted patterns on windows appear,

While inside, we gather close and near.

The world rests, in peaceful slumber, they lie,

Beneath the watchful, cold winter skies.

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In the dance of seasons, time weaves its song,

Each with its beauty, where we all belong.

From spring's first bloom to winter's chill,

The earth spins, and hearts with wonder fill

As seasons change, with their unique grace.

In this eternal cycle, we find our place.