In the distance, the sound of the cannon's fire blasts,
As a parade of the seasons once more go past.
It's the start of yet another New Year.
Goodbye to the old, let's shed a small tear.
A performance of seasons is about to begin,
The doors have just opened; winter's already in.
Dressed in cold darkness, yet warmth lies inside,
Tempting all souls for to sleep far and wide.
A fanfare of colours, church bells will ring,
Bravo, as enters magnificent spring,
With her cascade of flowers, a month of new birth,
The magic of nature ascends from the earth.
Summer will follow, the season at best,
Splendour around us, it's full of pure zest.
Flowers are blooming, tree's in full flow,
Sunshine has helped all these wonders to grow.
As summer steps out with her usual grace,
We see autumn arrive with her beautiful face.
Mature with such wisdom, she puts things away,
Preparing all things for returning one day.
Once autumn has passed and tidied away,
It's now time for winter to come out and play.
How brilliant to have a parade for to view,
Just leave it to nature, she knows what to do.
