camaleon

In summer, I can glide as kite by ocean,
In dress as light as kiss of morning breeze;
Become all full of sunny, bright emotions,
And wake up early with a skylark's ease.

In autumn, I'm a harvest of ideas;
My jacket shades are amber, red, and brown,
I can become all cozy, warm, and sweet as
A pumpkin pie with whipped cream all around.

In winter, with red nose and eyes so jolly,
In puffy coat, I am a snowman's dream.
As I await the season's gifts and parties,
Like Christmas tree I happily now beam. 

In spring, my rosy fantasies start blooming;
My thoughts keep flipping like the wings of birds;
My wishes are, like April leaves, renewing;
And tender scents now penetrate my world.

And that is why I love all of these seasons - 
I'm trying to reflect their unique tones;
I guess it can be said, for that same reason,
I sometimes call myself "camaleón".