Winter is cold, with piles of snow,

When rain falls and no trees grow.

For kids it's the snow they desire,

And cups of cocoa before the fire.

When winter is gone, the grass grows,

Roses and trees, light wind blows.

The bees are burzing, the birds are singing,

Sheep are grazing and cow bells are ringing.

And then the sun starts to shine too brightly,

It is so hot that fans are put on nightly.  

And then it's off to the beach or pool,

Where people swim about just to keep cool.

All the leaves on the trees turn golden-brown,

And when on the ground make a big sound.

In autumn a lot of money he spends,

For clearing leaves on the backyards.

Each season has its own good and its bad,

But since they are different I am glad.