Summer smells like fresh air from the breeze of the ocean,
As we build sand castles, dreaming of our own empires,
Hoping our laughter echoes through to the ‘bad seasons’.

Autumn sounds like the garden rake touching the ground,
Trying to clear away the mess made by the falling dry leaves,
Leaving the tree naked, branches exposed but still intact.

Winter feels like warmth as the fingers collide with a cup.
A cup filled with coffee, hot chocolate or a delicious soup.
As we sit in the warm lounge draped with fuzzy blankets.

Spring tastes like a freshly baked muffin from an oven.
A taste of new beginnings after harsh winter winds.
As each and every living creature toasts to the birth of life.