This was written a little while back, and I've recently uncovered it in my old journal -

A daffodil waved in the breeze that had rushed down the mountainside;

The melted snow hurried down in torrents to where the lakes reside.

Spring had arrived, producing mystic buds of flower and leaf

And wherever it touched in plant or earth, God's nature made a leap.

A primrose danced along the banks of the river's rushing song

The river's banks were lined with gardens of flowery throng.

Summer had finally come – the noontime of the year,

And strewn the gold of June quite merrily – dandelions, far and near.

A golden-colored maple leaf trembled in a sudden windy gust,

As a flock of geese flew northward over the colorful painted forest and occasional hunter's huts.

Autumn had succeeded Summer, in its array of swirling leaves.

Summoning the North Wind southward, in cold and terrible heaves.

A holly plant peeked through the beautiful white snow;

The trees around were barren, but arrayed in mistletoe.

It was in these dark days of Winter that God descended on Christmas night.

And this, through all the cold and dreary days, provides the world a hopeful light.