Beauty Of Seasons

The cycle begins from summer,

It begins in March and ends in May,

Everyone learns the lesson to prosper,

But it's not long that it will stay.

Then comes Monsoon,

Bringing happiness all around,

Shines farmers fortune,

But soon ends its reign.

Begins autumn in October,

Leaves of trees shed,

I wish it passed slower,

But as it came it fled.

With snow comes winter,

Bringing Santa along,

The year has never been colder,

But it lasts not quite long.

And finally Spring,

With flowers and butterflies,

But short remains the fling,

The cycle again starts and there are no goodbyes.