The seasons

Always springtime? What a fright!
I’d have to hide myself in the cellar!
Always summer? What a horror!
I wouldn’t be able to stand the heat!
Always autumn? More horror still!
Constant storms raging there!
Always winter? Never! No!
I would soon be frozen stiff!

Ninety days of blooming flowers,
Drawing in their scents through my nose. 
Ninety days of real heat!
Limpid water cooling my sweat.

Ninety days of flying kites; 
Facing wind and storms head-on!
Ninety days of ice and snow,
Snowball fights and yay! yippee!

That, my reason tells me now,
That would be the ideal state!
And so in future it will be!
Ah, this life, how fine it is!

And the days not counted here:
The choice is yours – have no fear!