Autumn appeared at the window and looked around— it was November. "The leaves are yellow and red.The swallows fly away in flocks over the rooftops.The crisp air smells of roasted chestnuts and burning wood.I like it this way,"Autumn exclaimed. Winter opened the door and looked around— it was January...
THE SEASONS IN A BREATH
Autumn appeared at the window and looked around
— it was November.
"The leaves are yellow and red.
The swallows fly away in flocks over the rooftops.
The crisp air smells of roasted chestnuts and burning wood.
I like it this way,"
Autumn exclaimed.
Winter opened the door and looked around
— it was January.
"The snow and the freezing wind.
In the woods, mistletoe on branches beneath a blanket of ice.
The marmot sleeps in her covered den, dreaming of the stars.
How lovely it is to be warm and cozy!"
Winter exclaimed.
Spring stepped out onto the terrace and looked around
— it was April.
"The flowers bloom and the birds chirp, returning to their nests.
With the mild temperature, joyful life vibrates in the air.
How wonderful!"
Spring exclaimed.
Summer went into the garden and looked around
— it was July.
A cat rests in the shade of a pine tree.
The air smells of cut grass and ripe fruit.
The butterflies dance carefree to the song of the cicadas.
The sun makes me smile!"
Summer exclaimed.
The months pass and the year spins at great speed,
but they will always bring something beautiful.
THE SEASONS IN A BREATH
Autumn appeared at the window and looked around
— it was November.
"The leaves are yellow and red.
The swallows fly away in flocks over the rooftops.
The crisp air smells of roasted chestnuts and burning wood.
I like it this way,"
Autumn exclaimed.
Winter opened the door and looked around
— it was January.
"The snow and the freezing wind.
In the woods, mistletoe on branches beneath a blanket of ice.
The marmot sleeps in her covered den, dreaming of the stars.
How lovely it is to be warm and cozy!"
Winter exclaimed.
Spring stepped out onto the terrace and looked around
— it was April.
"The flowers bloom and the birds chirp, returning to their nests.
With the mild temperature, joyful life vibrates in the air.
How wonderful!"
Spring exclaimed.
Summer went into the garden and looked around
— it was July.
A cat rests in the shade of a pine tree.
The air smells of cut grass and ripe fruit.
The butterflies dance carefree to the song of the cicadas.
The sun makes me smile!"
Summer exclaimed.
The months pass and the year spins at great speed,
but they will always bring something beautiful.