agentgirl91 Seasons Has thought up mother to daughters names,Here Summer and Fall, Winter and Spring.The Spring comes – the woods turn green,And bird's voices ring everywhere.And the Summer has come – everything under the sun blossoms,And ripe berries ask for a mouth.To us the generous Fall bears fruits,Yield a harvest of the field and gardens.The winter fills up with field snow.In the winter the earth has a rest and dozes.