January and February,
The summer sun beats down.
People head to the beach or out to sea,
There isn't a single frown.
March, April, May,
Autumn brings browning leaves.
People step on them for play,
Such joy this achieves.
June, July August,
Winter's wind cuts through.
People cuddle while they rest,
Enjoying the warmth and not wanting to move.
September, October, November,
Springtime is the best.
Plants begin to flower,
Giving smiles to even the saddest.
December,
The cycles begins anew.
Another burning hot summer,
Another surfer on the blue.
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