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In January, frost paints the trees,
Snowflakes dance on the winter breeze.
February brings love in the air,
Cold and crisp, but hearts declare.
March awakens with signs of spring,
Flowers bloom and birds start to sing.
In April, the rains begin to pour,
Refreshing life, renewing the core.
May is warm with skies so clear,
Nature thrives, the summer is near.
June arrives with sunlit rays,
Longer nights and golden days.
July is bright, with beaches to roam,
Vacations call, the world feels home.
August whispers with gentle heat,
Late summer sunsets, calm and sweet.
Then comes September, cool and fair,
Autumn colors fill the air.
October shines with leaves so bright,
Golden reds in the fading light.
In November, the chill starts to creep,
Frosty mornings, fog runs deep.
Finally, December wraps the year,
With winter’s magic drawing near.
Every season tells its story,
Each with its own special glory.
Spring awakens, fresh and green,
A time of growth, of life unseen.
Summer dazzles with sunny cheer,
Adventures bloom when skies are clear.
Autumn whispers with golden leaves,
A time to harvest, the land believes.
Winter glistens with frost and snow,
A quiet beauty, a peaceful glow.
Tripsteps makes it easy to see,
Learning these words comes naturally.
From months to seasons, the rhythm flows,
Each one’s magic, the whole world knows.
January to December shines bright,
Four seasons turn in a year’s delight.