The wind rustles the leaves,
That soon will be gone.
Another season waiting
To chill my old bones.
Love the four seasons,
As each has its charm.
Spring with its awakening,
Summer when I can go bathing,
And Fall with its multi colors,
And Winter that gives us its snow.
They are the reasons I thrive;
There is no better place I know.
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