Summer is Almost Over
Froggie Sunshine sat at the edge of a lily pad, his legs dangling into the water like slender green tendrils. The warm sun cast a golden glow on his face, but his eyes were clouded with a hint of sadness. He was contemplating life and the passing of summer, his favorite season.
“I suppose there’s no sense in being sad,” he said to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not like I can make summer stay forever. Changing seasons are a part of life. There will always be another summer.”
Just then, his little sister Lisa Anne popped up from the water like a playful fish. She was much younger than Froggie and had a curious glint in her eye.
“Another summer for what?” she asked, her voice dripping with innocence.
Froggie smiled and began to explain. “Well, soon this summer will be over, and then autumn will come. The leaves will turn beautiful colors, and the days will start to get a little cooler.”
Lisa Anne’s eyes widened with wonder. “Oh my! I just thought it would always be summer.”
Froggie chuckled and continued. “We have four seasons, Lisa Anne. There’s summer, then autumn, then winter, and then spring. And then they start all over again.”
Lisa Anne’s face scrunched up in concentration. “What are the other seasons like?”
Froggie’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Autumn is actually quite beautiful. The leaves turn golden, crimson, and amber. The air is crisp and cool, and the smell of woodsmoke and ripe fruit fills the air.”
Lisa Anne’s eyes grew wide. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”
Froggie grinned. “It’s not. And then comes winter. It can be very cold, and there can be lots of snow.”
Lisa Anne’s face lit up. “Snow? I’ve seen pictures of snowflakes in my books. They look pretty!”
Froggie nodded. “Snow is beautiful, but it’s also cold. You have to bundle up to stay warm.”
Lisa Anne shivered at the thought.
“What happens after winter?” she asked.
Froggie’s face lit up. “After winter comes spring! Everything starts to grow again – grass, leaves, flowers. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the sun shines brightly.”
Lisa Anne’s eyes sparkled. “I like the sound of spring!”
Froggie smiled. “And then, of course, comes summer again!”
Lisa Anne grinned, her face radiant with joy.
“The seasons don’t sound too bad,” she said.
Froggie beamed with pride. “Not at all, little sister. Not at all.”
And with that, the two frogs sat in comfortable silence, watching the sun set over the pond, their hearts full of wonder and their spirits at peace.
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