SEASONS OF BEAUTY

In the spring the sun arises,
Over fields of new fresh flowers.
The beauty of which amazes,
And may be looked upon for hours.

In summer the sun rises early,
The day are warm and bright.
The evening skies are filled with stars;
A truly remarkable sight.

In autumn, the inner beauty
Of the tree begins to show,
When all the different colors
In the sunset, start to glow.

In winter the sunlight dances,
It glistens on the snow.
The sparkling of the crystals
Seems to make the beauty flow.

As pretty as the seasons,
As lovely as the view,
They rank a distant second
To the beauty he sees in you.