Winter:
Slowly the snow comes floating down,
Over the rooftops in the town,

Softly it falls without a sound,
Turning and whirling to the ground.
Spring:

Gently the rain begins to fall,
Wee baby birds, their Mamas call,
Leaves on the trees and flowers, too,

Peek out to say 'hello' to you.
Summer:
Old Mister Sun is out today,

Warming the children as they play,
Trees share their bounty, oh so sweet,
Good food for boys and girls to eat.

Fall:
Fluttering leaves come tumbling down,
Grasses once green now turn to brown,

Soon the North Wind will start to blow,
Won't be long now 'til we have snow.