my version of seasons

As King Summer pumps out the tunes,

Mist glides along, joining the ride,

Soon Fall arrives, with a hurricane of leaves,

Dancing to their deaths in colors so bright,

We rake them up, a kaleidoscope of hues,

Preparing for the gaze of Queen Winter's fright.

Her blizzards roar, instilling fear,

Forcing us inside, her wrath severe,

Yet she is short-lived, her reign to end,

As Queen Spring arrives, her warmth to send,

Melting ice, bringing life anew,

Caterpillars, butterflies, and bugs in view.

Geese and hawks soar in the sky,

While the world awakens with a sigh,

Until the heatwave tour of 2025,

When DJ King Summer keeps the vibe alive.

Here, my friends is a poem to cherish,

A tale of seasons, never to perish.