In the winter,
The world turns to white,
Everything becomes peaceful and serene,
The world seems to hang on a moment.
It seems as if every animal is sleeping,
As silence settles over a calm setting,
Even the sun sleeps longer in the winter,
As the moons hangs longer over the frozen tundra.
In the spring,
The world seems to awake,
Flowers bloom in trees and on the ground,
Everything as life once more,
And the world slowly moves on.
The animals awake from their slumber,
The sound of chirping birds fills the silence,
The sun starts to come up earlier once more,
As the moon retreats so the sun may shine.
In the summer,
The world moves even faster than before,
As a new type of peace is paced around,
The world seems to start to run.
Bees fly from flower to flower,
Spreading pollen all around,
People wake to the sun's early greeting,
And fall asleep as the last bit of sun disappears.
In the fall,
The world seems to settle into a crawl,
As everyone gets used to a new schedule,
The world seems to become exhausted.
Leaves turn from green to red, brown, orange, and yellow,
The animals hunt for the upcoming winter,
The sun begins to go to sleep earlier,
And the moon begins to wake up sooner.
