Woosh, the breeze knocks the leaves off the tree,
They rustle away onto the grand pile,
The sun lights up the blanket of leaves covering the bare grass
The next one rolls in.
Leaves vanish and the breeze becomes a powerful gust of wind,
It howls through the breathless night,
Miraculously, dots of snow float from the sky to paint the towns white
The next one rolls in.
Birds dance on the rooftops of cottages and butterflies spring from petal to petal,
Green starts to show and colours bloom all over,
The scent of fresh flowers and cool morning dew fill our nose buds
The next one rolls in.
Cold drinks hit one another while surf boards hit the wild waves,
The sun beams at the world,
Hot air invites us to walk out of our homes and bask in the sunlight
The next one rolls in.
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