Transfiguration of the seasons

In the quiet hush of dawn, The weather begins to change, As winter's icy grip unclenches, And spring has come into range. 

The snow begins to melt away, Revealing vibrant patches of green, The earth awakens from its slumber, A vibrant, colorful scene.

The birds return with joyful song, As flowers start to bloom, The air is filled with sweet perfume, A fragrant, springtime room.

But soon the warmth turns to heat, As summer takes its pause, The sun shines bright and unforgiving, Turning everything to bronze. 

The days grow long, the nights grow short, As nature thrives and throngs, The fields are lush with crops and life, A melody of songs.

And then the heat begins to fade, As autumn starts its call, The leaves turn gold, then red, then brown, A farewell to before the fall.

The air grows crisp, the days grow cool, As winter waits its turn, The cycle of the seasons turns, An ever-changing churn.

So let us embrace the beauty, In each transition and exchange, For in the transfiguration between the seasons, We find the wonder and the change.