Summer simmers. Summer steams.
Summer stares at you, expecting you to stay situated, knowing that heat rises
moisture dribbles, drips, drains away, back to the river,
where you can go to see the sea wash all your water off. You can’t have it,
since Summer steals it, sneaking sweat off you,
precipitating perspiration’s disappearance.

Autumn anticipates absence, but offers abundance in the interim.
Autumn is easy. Autumn experiences entertaining escapades!
Autumn is all about awfully enjoyable execution of effortless actions.
Autumn falls into fun, frequently failing to flop. Fall is all about
getting around and loving it.

Winter waits for you,
warning you about moving.
Winter quietly advises against it.
Winter sits in silences, icily wondering if you’re going to try anything
knowing how hard it is to move, to get around in his months.
Winter lays a withering gaze your way, willing you to recognize it ain’t worth it.

Spring sings, swings and springs again! Spring spectacularly builds up
all the way to the top. It can’t stop, Spring can’t, and it goes until it hits a wall.
It’s wonderful, that time of year is. There’s nothing to fear when Spring is here.
It’s all joy for girls, boys, and all others under the moon. Soon everyone
will be under the sun, too, since Spring loves you.