January's promise, a blank canvas starts,
February's ardor, love in beating hearts.
March's whispers, winter's final sway,
April's dance, nature's grand ballet.
May's blossoms, a kaleidoscope of delight,
June's embrace, when Summer shines so bright.
July's radiance, warmth and endless days,
August's zephyr, where renewal always stays.
September's transition, nature's vibrant cloak,
October's twilight, as the world gently spoke.
November's harmony, tranquility reverberates,
December's cheer, as the year culminates.
With each passing month, the cycle unfolds,
A symphony of seasons, nature's stories untold.
Through the rhythm of time, we find our part,
In the ever-turning wheel, where life restarts.
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