Flowers sway in new, clean air,
As birds do sing so soft,
The deer are wandering through the wood,
Spring holds her head aloft.
As sunlight sparkles o'er the water,
And clouds are passing by,
The breeze is warm and gentle,
On his throne Summer lies.
The trees their branches wave about,
As cloaks of leaves they shed,
The sky is clear and cloudless blue,
As Autumn wears her mantle of red.
The snow in drifts does pile high,
Above the frozen ground,
The bears in their caves are sleeping now,
In his palace of ice Winter's found.
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