

Four Seasons~Four Seasons~Four Seasons
The brilliant blue sky, Ablaze with streaks of clouds so white. Here a little tit flies, Feathers shimmering in his flight.
Touched with rays of golden light, Splashed with drops of vibrant luminosity.
Painted is an exquisite sight,
Smudged with colors so pretty.
The world is on fire, Alive with hues of crimson sparks. Nothing can stop this burning mire, But the arctic breath of a shark.
A petite creek flows, As the snow soundlessly dies. A new life grows, Its leaves reaching for the skies.
(it's Kari
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