Springtime trees are newly born,

Their buds soon bursting through;

They wake at nature's New Year morn

To bid the Old adieu.

 

Summer trees are tall and green

Like children growing with love;

Responding to a force unseen

They praise the skies above.

 

Autumn trees are red and gold:

In majesty they stand;

And wear their colours - bright and bold

To decorate the land.

 

Winter trees are stooped and spare,

Like old men bending low;

Shivering in the bitter air

Beneath their coats of snow.

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