Campare between two sessions. Summer, winter, autumn, spring
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I am describing the two seasons:Autumn and Winter
Autumn:
Fragrant leaves that crunch under your feet when your taking a stroll in the breeze.The acorns popping on each rooftop as they fall from the trees.Th cool,crisp air that smells of the changing season.The flamboyant colours of the autumn flowers below.Feeling the breeze,rich with aroma of the earth,the keeper of the seeds for springtime to come.It is the time we once see again how trees are clad in many hues of soil,see how their bark is their fingerprint,speaking to us in a silent way.
Winter:
The divine conductor brings the cool,chill breeeze serenade of the winter. Winter comes as a serenic music at first overjoying.You see as the people do a rambunctious joy dance.It comes like a lullaby,a mother’s song,to soothe in the most beautiful way.Branches crawling out like the bare,shivering hands of a giant.Seeing around to see trees filled with large hues of snow and skirted by pools of leaves covered along.Walking around the river as if it was the road of the forest by now as thick as a cold,chilly and senseless layer of ice
Autumn:
Fragrant leaves that crunch under your feet when your taking a stroll in the breeze.The acorns popping on each rooftop as they fall from the trees.Th cool,crisp air that smells of the changing season.The flamboyant colours of the autumn flowers below.Feeling the breeze,rich with aroma of the earth,the keeper of the seeds for springtime to come.It is the time we once see again how trees are clad in many hues of soil,see how their bark is their fingerprint,speaking to us in a silent way.
Winter:
The divine conductor brings the cool,chill breeeze serenade of the winter. Winter comes as a serenic music at first overjoying.You see as the people do a rambunctious joy dance.It comes like a lullaby,a mother’s song,to soothe in the most beautiful way.Branches crawling out like the bare,shivering hands of a giant.Seeing around to see trees filled with large hues of snow and skirted by pools of leaves covered along.Walking around the river as if it was the road of the forest by now as thick as a cold,chilly and senseless layer of ice
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