The days slip away as the years takes its turns,
but I can't help but feel younger every day,
the seasons shed their own glorious light
and beckon me to join their extravigant sight.

The fall, colors of amber, crimson, and orange hues,
with a chill in the air and timeless morning dews,
the sound of crisp leaves stirring under my feet
I lay back and dream of sipping sweet treats.

Then winter comes with a furious roar and covers the Earth
with a blanket so pure, then gently envelopes the hilltops
and valleys, the days of my childhood engulf in my mind, as
I remember the days of my cocoa covered folklore.

With an inviting warmth, then comes the spring,
so full of life and joy and things, the buzzing of bees, the
singing of songbirds, and laughing of children after a
mid-morning storm, a splash in my mind triggers years
before.

At last is the summer, the most friendly of all,
with long days and short nights, and beautiful scenes and
magnificent sights, or a whirling beast of destruction and
fright, the mystery of summer, the mid-summer night.

They beckon me and I join them, you see,
Each season does have its own glorious light,
they bring me the youth I once knew In dreams,
and bring a new day, and new step each way.

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