Seasons go by,
one at a time,
The sounds of the birds,
and sweet wind chimes.
Hotter and hotter,
colder and colder,
Every season is new,
with a butterfly on my shoulder.
Leaves go dark,
then bright with snow.
Rivers go frozen,
no more flows.
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