Spring: The blossoming of young puppy love, both surprising yet pleasant in its first discoveries, like the simple joy and beauty of seeing the first bloom of a flower in the grass.
Summer: The frolicking sunny days and the short fun-filled nights like the summer flings of youths; going by too quickly for its time but a warm memory to look back on with fondness.
Autumn: The turn of the weather brings on the maturation of nature; like love, as age brings on a deeper understanding of what it means. Beautiful with its orange leaves, yet bittersweet as it falls and scatters in the wind.
Winter: And in the winter of its time, as hibernation sets in and homes are warmed by the fire; so the loves of ages go, a companion for each other in the cold winter nights as they wait for the new blossoms of spring in generations to come, before they, too, fade with the last drops of winter snow.
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