What if your spring was full of wind

And everything blew with the dust

Would you try to make it end

Or would your spring sit and rust

What about your winter and its cold

Would you wrap it in a blanket

What else could your winter hold

And why won’t winter forget

Now here comes summer good and hot

It’s taking off and bursting with heat

Oh, there’s no room for summer to rot

And surely your summer can’t be beat

Fall will have its turn around

Its leaves will fall and crumble

Your fall will make such a pleasant sound

In this season you’ll remain humble

Your seasons: winter, spring, summer and fall

Represent you or your life

Your seasons all have their call

And your seasons doesn’t end because of strife