Three hundred sixty-five days in a year,
The weather changes as each season draws near.

At the end of winter, when the new year begins,
We prepare for another blow of four different winds.

Spring rolls around, with green grass and flowers,
Then summer jumps out, with sun and showers.

As autumn stands in line, leaves fall from the trees,
And winter then comes, with snow up to your knees.

Some things never change, some always do,
But some like the seasons, that decision is up to you.

They change from one to the other, not constant one bit,
But they come at the same time each year, and that's it!

Love you,
Pixie
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