By: Rhea Agrawal

From Mother Nature we see,

Four different worlds with glee.

Crisp, icy air on a winter’s day,

With a snowstorm on its way.

The blooming buds that spring shall bring,

With the flapping of a robin’s wing.

The steaming summer sun hot on our backs,

As we forget all worries and try to relax.

Fall arrives with a pleasant breeze,

Blowing all the colored leaves.

Round and round the seasons change,

The transfer between two- another exchange.

Following years stay the same,

Until Mother Earth decides it is time for a new game.