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Although I, myself, admire winter as if it were my own, the time for its exodus comes…

As each season, sooner or later, must part their throne of power upon the next source,
winter, too, must trail this tribal pursuit, deeming control to spring, a personal remorse...
but, to Spring's discourse,
summer rivals right on it's tail, as fall edges on a near course…
but that time is not now, as winter begins to breathe it's last winds, harsh and coarse.

Winter has ruled with the utmost reason to chill the bones, yet soothe the burning hearts, of humans, despite how the frigid winds prick to the skin like small darts.
Spring loathes the affects of Grandfather frost and, with rays, harsh and tart,
soothes the earth back to its green, ridding the bliss of white, making the old man depart.

However, winter does this with pride, for he shall reign once, and once again, more,
for the cycle shows that the four are greedy for control, yet gifting, as described in lore.
The people enjoy every season for every separate blessing given to them at the door,
Though one per person shall always be favored: For me, without winter, life's a bore.

Description
Although I, myself, admire winter as if it were my own, the time for its exodus comes…

As each season, sooner or later, must part their throne of power upon the next source,
winter, too, must trail this tribal pursuit, deeming control to spring, a personal remorse...
but, to Spring's discourse,
summer rivals right on it's tail, as fall edges on a near course…
but that time is not now, as winter begins to breathe it's last winds, harsh and coarse.

Winter has ruled with the utmost reason to chill the bones, yet soothe the burning hearts, of humans, despite how the frigid winds prick to the skin like small darts.
Spring loathes the affects of Grandfather frost and, with rays, harsh and tart,
soothes the earth back to its green, ridding the bliss of white, making the old man depart.

However, winter does this with pride, for he shall reign once, and once again, more,
for the cycle shows that the four are greedy for control, yet gifting, as described in lore.
The people enjoy every season for every separate blessing given to them at the door,
Though one per person shall always be favored: For me, without winter, life's a bore.