The change came one by one,

 there is no end for the fun.

The moments collected everyday,

 sitting near the bundle of hay.

Seen the beuty stored in memories,

 which will never ever decrease.

The days passed and moments crossed,

 without GB memories stored.

It was only four altogether,

 soul is the one store every season together.

Each one has its own beauty,

 says the poets through their poetry.

Everyone loved it from the heart,

 its none other than the way of seasons path.

                                                                       Hameedha M. Ghouse