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The Seasons' Shapeshifter
A Tale of Cycles and Change
In winter's hush, beneath the frost,
A creature stirs, though seeming lost.
Its form is cloaked in icy white,
A crystal shadow in moonlit night.
With spring's first blush, it sheds its cold,
Emerging bright in green and gold.
Its limbs sprout leaves, a tender bloom,
A vibrant herald defying gloom.
Come summer's glow, it shifts again,
Its coat now glistens like golden grain.
Wings of fire take to the skies,
Mirroring sunlight where freedom lies.
When autumn calls, it folds its flare,
Wearing amber tones upon the air.
A crown of leaves, a fleeting guise,
It whispers farewells to azure skies.
Through every turn, it morphs and sways,
Bound to time’s eternal maze.
Yet in its eyes, one truth holds true:
Change is life, and life renews.
The Butterfly's Seasonal Dance
Through spring’s tender bloom it takes its flight,
A gentle creature kissed by morning light.
Emerging from its chrysalis embrace,
It flutters forth to greet the world’s new face.
Petals call out with hues so bold,
The butterfly weaves through marigold.
Dance of rebirth in the vernal breeze,
A fleeting grace among the trees.
Summer arrives with its golden glare,
A season of abundance filling the air.
Its wings now gleam in the sun’s warm hue,
A herald of joy in skies so blue.
In gardens lush and meadows wide,
It flits and floats, a sight of pride.
Every flower whispers its name,
A fleeting spirit none can tame.
When autumn dons her russet crown,
The butterfly’s wings slow their bound.
Colours fade like the falling leaves,
Nature sighs as it softly grieves.
But even in the crisp, cool air,
Its fragile beauty lingers there.
A fleeting farewell to the fleeting sun,
For soon the frost will overrun.
Winter cloaks the earth in frost and white,
The butterfly rests hidden from sight.
Dreaming of blossoms and warming skies,
Awaiting spring where joy will rise.
Through each season, it shows its grace,
A symbol of life’s ever-changing face.
The butterfly dances, a fleeting song,
A reminder that change, makes life strong.
Wings Through Seasons
A Poem on Birds’ Adaptation
Upon the whisper of spring’s soft breath,
Feathers stir in the nest’s warm depth.
With blossoms blooming, the skies unfold,
Tiny wings dare to be bold.
Summer’s blaze ignites the air,
Birds take flight to realms so fair.
High above, in azure expanse,
Their songs weave melodies, a dance.
Autumn drops her crimson leaves,
A time of harvest, wind that grieves.
Birds gather, flocking in their might,
To chase the sun through endless night.
Winter chills with frosted grace,
Yet birds endure, a steadfast race.
For in the silence, strength they find,
A testament to nature’s bind.
Through seasons' change, their spirits soar,
Adaptation etched in nature's lore.
They teach us all, with tireless flight,
To find our way through the dark and light.
