Seasons

All the seasons come and go

Sunny days turn into snow

Winter transforms into spring

Aglow with flowers it shall bring

As the rose will grow, soon it shall die

For temperatures metamorphose from low to high

For all that you may like one not all

All the same summer must change into fall

Still Autumn comes sweeping in, but then it goes

Once again we shall indure alluring ice and snow

For all I know, which is not wrong; 

Every season does not linger long

However; there is a time, that is not long 

Where every season shall belong.