Analysis of Circle of Seasons, Painted by the Masters Hand

The hills are a blanket of color, painted by the Masters hand,
Each tree is arrayed in splindor, painted as only a master can.
These colors are as a banner, waving a warning to all,
who look upon them to get ready, for Winter which follows the Fall.    When the trees will shed all their glory, the branches,graceful and bare.
The earth becomes cold and frozen, the animals rest in their lair.

Again the Master starts painting, this time he uses white,
 As snowflakes fall from the heavens, all beautiful, sparkeling and quiet.
  Winds blow cold through the valley. icicles hang from the eaves,
 The Master is at work, in all nature, it is plain to all who believes,
  The hills are covered with beauty, as snow lays pure on the earth,
 The Master smiles in his wisdom, He has readied his world for new birth.

Once more the Master is painting, with colors so vivid they gleam.
 The trees awake from sleeping, and dress themselves up, all in green.
 The animals arise from resting ,they venture forth from their lair,
 the hills become filled with their voices, like music, floating through air.
The flowers peek  out from hiding,and hold their face to the sun,
 The birds return, and their singing, tells us that Spring has begun.

Now, the Master rest from his painting, the summer sun shines from above,
 It shines on all his creations. It fills us all with his love.
 He sends the rains to refresh us and  as water tp replenish the streams,
So   the earth can put forth its harvest. its beauty, its bounty and dreams,
 The master again starts painting,,and no other painter can compete.
 The Hills become covered with color, and now the circle is complete.