Once upon a time, there was a mystic land right in the middle of the earth where time twirled on magical beats, and a cool breeze softly flowed like a stream. There lived happily four supremacies known as the “Seasons” each with extraordinary powers and distinctive personalities. The villagers had their favourites. Some of them adored ‘Summer’, whereas others ‘Winter’. Many enjoyed ‘Spring’ and some of them cherished ‘Autumn’. Each season had its own unique charisma that brought joy and wonder to the villagers throughout the year.

The youngest of the seasons was a hearty and playful spirit with emerald hair as green as the fresh leaves and eyes like pearls. Youthful Spring was magnificent, full of bounties and cheerfulness. She danced through the fields, gently touching the sprouts and bringing life to the land with her infinite energy. With a laugh like the chiming of bells, she kissed the meadows, luring buds to bloom and birds to sing with just a blink of her eyes. Spring always arrived with a kind sensation, painting the land with vibrant hues of green. The air then hopped with the sweet melody of birds, and flowers bloomed in abundance, flooring the fields with exciting colors.
“Aha! It’s so bright, colorful and fragrant. I love Spring.” 
“    Me too… I was literally sick of Winter.” excited children used to express themself.  
The villagers celebrated the arrival of Spring with the festivals of regeneration and hope to show their gratefulness for the warmth after the cold months. 
Gradually, Spring started to fade and the sun grew warmer, casting its golden rays upon the land. Children laughed and played in the gleaming streams, whereas families gathered for picnics beneath the shades of towering trees. 
Summer was almost home. Summer was a sunny figure, with skin tanned by the sun and a radiant smile that could melt the cold heart in no time. The fiery spirit was destined to disperse warmth and vitality wherever she roamed. Her lively laughter was like the crackle of a bonfire, and her touch could turn green fields into treasure of gold. Under her reign, the land thrived with life, growth and abundance. She exerted her superpower of heat and light, spreading warmth throughout the realm. 
The fields ripened with grains, and orchards bore fruits ripe for the humans. Summer brought with it a sense of vivacity and richness, filling the hearts of the villagers with contentment and joyfulness. 
“We so adore long bright days and all the blessings of summer.” People used to extend their gratitude while enjoying tasty fruits and healthy grains.
With the passage of time, the days grew bit short and the nights bit pleasant. At last, summer waved goodbye and autumn started to decorate the landscape with the hues of red, orange, and yellow. 
Autumn, an enigmatic and mysterious soul was ornamented with the shades of gold and crimson. Her eyes held the wisdom of ages, and voice echoed the untold stories of time. Her singing was a whispering breeze, carrying secrets of the past and vision of the future. With a gentle blow, she guided the transition from busy life to rest mode, preparing the land to welcome the cold. Autumn was meant to fill the air with crisp, and the fragrance of fallen leaves. This was the time for the ‘Harvest’ festivals.
Autumn lovers welcomed it with feasts of hearty stews and freshly baked items shared amongst family, friends and peers. A group of villagers always embraced the change of seasons, knowing that every season was a blessing, and a time of gratitude and thanks-giving. At the same time, there were few that only adore their favourite season and disregarded the others. 
When the last of the leaves fell, the bells of cold season started ringing. Autumn was gone. Cold breeze started painting the world in delicate patterns. Finally, Winter descended upon the village. 
Winter, the eldest and the most enigmatic of the seasons, was a mystical spirit veiled with frost and snow. Her icy blue eyes had the depth of glaciers and her breath hung in the air like a ghostly mist. She was so powerful to freeze solid even the mightiest rivers. Her demeanour was cold, yet there was a breath-taking beauty in her icy cuddle. She brought a discreet splendour to the land, covering it in white and allowing it a season of rest and regeneration. When she filled the air with the soft hush of falling flakes the families who loved her gathered around crackling fires, sharing stories and laughter as they awaited the New Year. Despite the cold, there was warmth in the hearts of those who adore a season of rest and snowfall.
Perhaps there were also many who didn’t appreciate the shorter days and longest frosting nights. Kids and the elderly tend to fall sick mostly during winter.
“When shall the Winter over? I’m sick of cold.” some expressed their anger this way, always. The offensive practice once made Winter irritated and annoyed. As a result it snowed more than expected and frosting wind became horrendous. Ultimately, Winter got prolonged. The reaction of Winter fumed Spring that was patiently waiting for her turn. 
One day, a great rift somehow broke out, threatening to untangle the delicate realm of the four seasons. Summer was in favour of Spring, whereas Autumn was taking Winter’s side. As you saw, Summer and Winter in particular, found themselves at odds. Their totally opposing natures were clashing like thunder and lightning. 
 It was a quite depressing and horrible situation for the people, a nightmare enough to interrupt the smooth cycle of their life and growth.  
Winter’s chill clashed with Summer’s heat, creating storms of gusty wind and frost that threatened to tear the realm apart. As their conflict raged on, everyone began to suffer. Summer’s brightness faded under Winter’s icy blow, while Autumn’s colors worn beneath Spring’s relentless warmth. 
Realizing the peril they faced, people put aside their differences and joined hands for prayers to mend the rift that threatened to tear their life apart. 
Spring came for very short period and Summer got prolonged. Scorching heat became unbearable and unexpected rains and thunderstorm destroyed the grains and fruits. Autumn was short and dull too, and Winter more frosty and aggressive. Disparity in seasons put humans in a disaster like situation. They called upon their ancestors’ spirits in the sacred cave for the divine help. They were ashamed of their impoliteness and ingratitude, and pleaded for forgiveness. Honorable spirits of their ancestors had a word with seasons. With an integrated effort, they finally managed to beckon their powers and magically weave those in an astounding way, restoring the balance to the realm and certifying that the cycle of life would always continue.
The four seasons realized that despite their differences, they all shared a deep bond, knowing that together they held the balance of the nature in their hands. With mutual consent, seasons signed a contract to work together in harmony, each one playing its part as the artist of the nature. In case humans happened to challenge the natural cycle of seasons, they would invite catastrophes and disasters.
Through the changing tides of time, people finally learned to cherish each spirit and find joy in the ever-turning wheel of the seasons. For in their magical land, the seasons were not just the markers of time, but reminders of the magnificence and grandeur. Yet, despite their favorite, humans knew that they needed all seasons for their well-being and survival.