The love child of winter and summer
Giggles, letting the gentle wind
Replenish the arid field
Flowers growing back amongst lumber.

The bare scrolls of twisted trees
That told the stories of winter that it breeds
Letting the clover grow in ones, twos and threes,
With the fourth petal, it makes us lucky.

The green carpet is set,
Showcasing the masterpiece that nature has made
Piece by piece, set by set
The glitter in the air smells like magic, it never fades.

The sunrays are piercing, they weave the creatures and trees,
Flowers blessing my hair, flowing down divine,
When the universe asked the nature of its secret,
the birds chirped, in a secret language.

The tepid air kept a promise
The wisp of wood called it life
The stains of butterfly wings wrote a premise
For the folklore of nature to thrive.

The charred grass no longer matches the colour of green shadow
The few drops on the blade are no longer the tears of tomorrow.
New year, new people and new memories,
The spring shall gift me a new story.

A/N
That's a wrap on the season series. I had fun writing all the poems. With the idea in mind, it becomes easier to write every day. More series in store, hope y'all read them too!