When Springtime's tender buds begin to rise, Awakening earth from winter's embrace, Each petal blooms beneath the azure skies, In vibrant hues, a wondrous, painted grace. Then Summer reigns, with golden rays so bright, The sun's warm kiss upon the fields so green, Long days extend into the tranquil night, A verdant world, a placid, timeless scene. But Autumn comes, with leaves of crimson red, A tapestry of change upon the trees, The whispered promise of the year's long thread, As nature bends and sways with gentle ease. And Winter, solemn Winter, takes its hold, A silver shroud upon the land, so cold.
Yeah for my first sonnet, it's good. Give some feedback, please :) eeeeee good rhyming scheme, good use of stressed syllables as well
