The Seasons

The Seasons there are, with Winter I shall start.

❄️ Its beauty frozen in the un-shattered cold. We fear to love it for its powerful hold can freeze us, its graceful white flakes fall upon us as a fascinating story that dares to open our imagination. Children loves and adults hates, but its charming chill none could scorn. It guides us in our midnight strides with its soft but yet blinding lights.❄️

And in morning yet arise like non other but peaceful spring. 

🌱 As fast as winter came it dared not stay, for fear that spring might scorn its ways. But yet at last spring appears bright and clear. The joy it brings into people’s hearts, the future is bright and warm. The growth of trees and seedling bleeds throw the left-over snow. Children spies and find a promise of heat and sun. Joy and peace, spring sure does bring, to adults and children, oh how they do rejoice. Flowers bloom and animals loom, in their heart yet no one knows, they too rejoice. 🌱

And yet even if spring is short it brings a promise of summer. 

☀️ Oh how summer brings gladness to the heart, its comforting warmth and freeing days. People are brightened by summer’s pace. And yet what a riot it brings, children playing and adults dancing. It is days of charm and comfort. None could deny the music chills from midnight rides and the young love it dares to bring. ☀️

However, just as fast as it came its freedom must end, and fall away. For behold, Fall is the shifting edge to a cooler time. 

🍂 Yet, none must despair for fall is just as fun, children gather in mesmerizing twist and turns of corns and flowers. The beauty of fall is one none could explain: colours bloom like none others would, crimson red, titian orange, and golden yellow. Though the days grow colder and the nights shorter, people rejoice for an admirable sweater-weather. We must not forget the memorable memories of fall: apple picking, pumpkin carving, and the smokey fiery nights a swaying. 🍂

Then comes a night, where cold times cannot be withheld and people must except that winter has once again, arrived. 

Here ends the story of the seasons. 

4 thoughts on “The Seasons

  1. oh my goodness! I still have goosebumps! I love your description of winter legit so trueeee!!!
    When I read “None could deny the music chills from midnight rides and the young love it dares to bring” I was like YASSSSSS so accurate
    This post is so good Vic ❤
    -Katie :)))

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