英伦四季

The British seasons hide
In the rolling hills and countryside
Spring brings blossoms to the trees
And buzzing bees on gentle breeze
Summer's warmth and longer days
Invite us out to parks and bays
Autumn paints the leaves in gold
As the days grow crisp and cold
Winter's frost and snow appear
Blanketing the land in white so clear
Each season has its own charm
In the British Isles, so calm and warm