The unusual dance

Winter came again.
The sound of the cold steps of snowy days
was spread with the soft music of snowfall.

But spring flew from the sky.
The force of tenderness was proven again.
Nature awaked from a sound sleep.

Summer got the right to paint the picture of gladness.

Gold Autumn made the final master stroke at that picture.

Winter came again.
“May I have the pleasure of a dance?”
Eternity asked the cycle of the seasons,
“It will be an unusual dance of space and time.”