The Tune Of The Four Seasons

The sweet weaving of a honey tune plays in the high heavens above.
It wafts down to earth, delighting anyone who chances upon it.
The deceptively childish melody beguiles a listener.
An endless melody.
A song destined never to end,
It’s the song of the four seasons.
It’s enchantment wrapping around you,
The sound of the wind sweeping you off your feet,
The leaves on the trees rustling, the discarded leaves on the ground crying.
It’s the sound of salvation, from our circle of red hate and vengefulness.

Oh, shall we dance, shall we dance to this tune of the four seasons?