A Year in a Day

In a town draped in hues of everyday gray, Lila woke, sensing a different kind of day. Morning unfurled, with blossoms so young, Announcing with glee that spring had sprung.

Petals of tulips, daisies, and blues, Softly tickled Lila's dancing shoes. Yet, even as she marveled at spring's gentle chatter, She felt a shift, something else did matter.

Suddenly, from a cloud's gentle weep, Raindrops began a sprightly leap. “Mom, do you see? Rain in the sun!” But her mother, unfazed, said, “Just some springtime fun.”

No sooner had spring's song begun its retreat, Summer strolled in, turning up the heat. Golden rays, buzzing bees, the world felt so snug, Lila sipped lemonade, lounging on a rug.

“Isn’t it warm for a spring morn?” Lila mused aloud, Dad just smiled, lost in a summer cloud. By afternoon, a rustle, a shift, a call, The world donned shades of autumnal sprawl.

Crimson, amber, and hues of old lore, Leaves whispered tales of times before. Apple pies cooled, while children did play, In orchards ripe, on that mid-autumn day.

“Dad, the scent of cinnamon, can you trace?” He nodded, “Autumn's embrace is in this place.” Yet the magic of the shift he seemed not to see, Lila wondered, “Is it only clear to me?”

Pumpkins grinned, children played in the hay, Yet Lila felt another season wanting to play. As dusk draped its silvery sheen so light, Snowflakes descended, glistening bright.

Winter's touch, a hush, a pristine sight, Lila danced, her joy reaching a new height. “Mom, a day of all seasons, can’t you see?” She laughed, “Lila, your imagination's always free.”

Yet, in her heart, Lila held the day's song, A symphony of nature, where wonders belong. Under a canopy of stars, in her bed she did lay, Grateful for the magic of that singular day.

For while the world saw mere weather’s art, Lila cherished the dance in her heart. In dreams, with seasons, she continued to roam, Boundless and free, in nature's vast dome.