Seasons

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Time ticks away,and takes the seasons along like it`s beloved companion.Unruffled ,it arrives and passes away like unexpected trespassers.The inexorable inhabitants of this fading world have reputable and miserable opinions about these holy creations .Although they haven`t even a small right.
Seasons are splendid phenomenons that cross the boundaries of the ordinary human beings.They change the face of the earth ,but all in a positive way.These remarkable changes are the expressions of the beryl planet that we live on .Seasons give us vivacity and some give us misery, as a consequence , many of the population deplore .But why bemoan when our actions are destruction?Misery is what we deserve. Happiness is what only kind souls should only procure.

Spring is a genesis. A season that is a outset of lush greenery.The ecstasy of a new birth of nature is a thing that is absurd to be measured.The slender and bare trees usher in their nascent florets .It is a season that gives a huge delight as it arrives.I have cherished my sweet memories of this wonderful season .A joyous mood spreads all around and many dull and timid people whose mind had been always frustrated,become playful and feel glad that the season had breezed in.

Summer is never thought of as an encumbrance to cross over, undeterred of the glaring rays and the sultriness of the scorching sun. The view from the high pathways of the gleaming countryside is a glorious sight the blazing illumination of the evening sun shimmers lustrously on the green blades of grass.The trees stand curved like umbrella from the summer sun.

Monsoon is a an exceptional season to me.The small droplets of untarnished rainwater splurge on to the ground.In the misty night, the amber lights of the street reflect onto the jet black roads of the urban environment.The animals graze ,light-hearted and the drops that splatter on their back,regale them.I used to compose myself and always sit in the open sit-out and enjoy taking photographs of the rainwater that dripped down.

To my cerebration ,winter is a beautiful season.I expect all of you to reject . But actually, I find Winter to be the most quiesent and at a standstill than any other season .The snowflakes that descend from the algid skies and slowly crush onto the virgin snow. When it was winter I always used to think of the world as a snow globe.

Seasons are the wonderful faces of mother earth. Each of them is unique and precious.

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