Summer, Winter, Autumn, Spring

A windy breeze files through the forest,

Dancing its way across the leafy leaves.

The wind's voice dances through like a chorus,

While the river's voice dances with the breeze.

The small sprouts grow from the root of soil, 

Getting stronger and stronger as days fly.

A howl, a howl, goodbye mushrooms, now boiled.

The leaves crumble and fall. The sun is bright.

the leaves regrow, the colour light orange.

the river hums, leaves falling onto it.

The sprouts grow strong, growing up with a wing.

The green colour returns, with a small hit.

The four colours reunite and restart.

Summer, winter, autumn, spring. Now, in part.