Wind.

In springtime, high upon a hill
On breezes soft dance daffodils;
In summer, gentle zephyrs blow
While flowers bright their colours show.
In autumn, cool winds blow and tease,
Then pirouette among the the trees,
While gold and copper leaves drift down
To form a carpet on the ground.
In winter's chill, the north wind roars,
And clever people stay indoors,
While outside on the frozen ground
Tiny creatures scurry round
In search of food, or warmth, or shelter
While round them snowflakes helter-skelter,
While blizzards driven south by gales,
Chill folk in France, as well as Wales!