Original mixed media traditional art.

'The spring is the season of freshness and calm,
Revivification of its own sweet balm,
When the longwaited leaves on their trees reappear,
Reaffirming the life that they show every year.

Next, the summer, the season the sun spreads his rays,
With lifegiving fire the sky sets ablaze,
The clouds and he fight in the heaven above,
In the summer, the season of youth and of love!

Next, the autumn, the time when the leaves start to fall,
And I think my short life hardly takes place at all;
This my favourite season, both mellow and ripe,
Alas! 'tis too short; 'tis too short, just like life.

And at last, the last season to come and to go,
Yes, the winter, when fondly we dream it will snow;
'Tis the end of the year, and I sigh a sad breath ?
At the end of my life, I shall reach ? death.

-David Mitchell. ackPoemhunter.com