I am the spirit of fall
I am the harvest of large and small
I am wrapped in garbs of orange
My leaves are the beauty of change
I am the soul of winter
My winds out run every sprinter
I wear a cloak of the purest white
My breath will surely bite
I am the essence of spring
It is all new things I bring
I am dressed in many shades of green
I am the prettiest thing you've ever seen
I am the blaring fire of summer
My heat beats harder then any drummer
My apparel is a amalgamation of yellow
I am said to be quite the bright fellow
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