In a fanfare of trumpeting wind
Spring emerges in a glory of purple and gold__
Pansies and daffodils,
Lilacs and iris,
Each bowing to the majesty of Nature’s will;
Then moving in royal procession to Summer
Wearing its crown jewels__
Emerald grass, sapphire skies,
Faceted berries in crimson and black,
Opal sunsets of translucent hues.
Stately and dignified with scepter in hand
Autumn stands regal,
Gathering amber wheat,
Treasuries of ruby and amethyst fruits,
Coffers overflowing with coins
Of golden mums,
A harvest worthy of a king
‘til Winter’s splendor arrives
Clothed in white and silver,
Tinkling icicles dancing in frosty air,
Folds of ermine snowdrifts.
Then Nature kneels before her Creator,
Not as royalty,
But as a humble servant.