Happy Seasons

Sunshine warm yet, so mild,
With the innocence of a child,
Shall shine its way through the dust
And dispel darkness, as it must
Rain no sorrow here shall pour,
No thundercloud’ll darken any door
Gentle drizzle, happiness bring,
Music does the thunder sing
Snow means white, of the pure
But no bitter cold you can't endure
A chill, a thrill, a faraway trill
A hill of snow, an ice lake still
Spring; in all its splendour grow
Myriads colours, shine and glow
Green so verdant, pleasing the eye
Birds in pairs, flutter by
No need for fury or wrath or anger
Only happiness shall here linger
Seasons of only joy and pleasure
Creates me, my lovely treasure.