Snow Snowflakes touch the sky, Never fear, for they just drift and fly, Oh the beauty of the fallen snow With grace, it falls. Flowers Flowers decorate this world, Lots of them in the meadows, Oh, the beauty of the petals, Why do we not stop and see, Everyone rushes by, Replicas of true beauty lay waiting to be inspected, So lets admire them. Sun So hot is the sun, Up in the sky, Not a bit of pity it has for us. Leaves Leaves drift along the breeze, Everyone is bundled up in a sweater, And the leaves drift away where no one sees, Very cold, these leaves are not, Eh, they will soon die in this weather, Spring comes, and they will grow back again. Note: I have tried to define the for seasons in this order: Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.