3AN: The lines are just there to separate stanzas. Enjoy.
Summer is a child with wildflowers in her hair;
a cloud of corn-gold curls that catches the light
and billows around her to mingle with the sun and the air.
Where she walks, the trees and the flowers dance.
Her eyes are as blue as the sky
and about her lips plays a smile.
Autumn does not know how to smile.
Her tears fall like leaves into her brown hair,
as she tilts back her head to look at the sky.
The trees are fading in dusk's dimming light
and the stars watch as she begins her dying dance.
There is a growing shadow in the restless air.
The chill that Winter brings to the air
is as frigid as her smile.
Snowflakes fall throughout her dance,
landing silent and pale in her raven hair.
Her eyes are cold and devoid of light;
her dress is the color of a stormy sky.
Spring is as bright as the sky.
Her presence warms the air
and she vanquishes shadow with her light.
Never ceasing, her glowing smile
is framed by the rosebuds in her hair.
And with her, once again, the world begins to dance.
Watch Summer dance
with the clouds across the sky,
see the wind stir her hair
as Autumn begins to chill the air.
You won't see the sun smile
as falling leaves hide the light.
Look at Winter's harsh light,
her icy dance
that melts into Spring's warm smile.
See the sun illuminate the sky
with glowing beams through the air.
The flower buds are blooming in her hair.
Light up the sky,
dance through the air,
let your hair fly loose in the wind, and smile.