Season had 4 daughters
Summer was brave, winter was cautious
Spring loved all things pink
Autumn loved time to think

Summer loved to smile and play
Her blond hair shone throughout day
Summer was a friend
She was true until the end

Spring loved to paint and draw
Her hazel eyes shone at the blossoms she adored
Spring was an artist
She was beautiful and harmless

Autumn loved to sit and think
Her soft hair shone as she wrote in black ink
Autumn was a wordsmith
She was sweet, and almost perfect

Winter loved to give and care
Her black eyes shone at icy lairs
Winter was a surgeon
She was cold, but more beneath the surface

And all her daughters loved to sing
And never ever out of key
Each of them had a different tune
But each one shone like a perfect moon