Spring, the cool morning air.
The world awakening from a deep slumber
Of cold and depression.
The chirping birds, the melting snow
freeing the ground from its frosty grasps.

Summer, the burning air at noon.
Drying of the lands, burning the endless plains.
Bringing new life, while burning away the old.
The summer heat endless and scorching.

Fall, the cold Afternoon air.
A rainbow of trees, leaves of many different colors and shades.
The great harvests preparing for the winter.
A sense of foreboding in the air as the world chills again.

Winter, the fridgite nights.
A deep slumber of snow and ice.
Stripping the trees of their many leaves,
stripping them of their life.
A great fear upon the lands many animals hiding.
Short days barely warming the air,
Sickness and death all around.
Yet all that lives knows of the coming warmth
That is the spring.