The seasons

The seasons

 

Summer
The earth is warm, the sun's ablaze,
it is a time of carefree days;
and bees abuzz that chance to pass may see me snoozing in the grass.

Autumn
The leaves are yellow, red, and brown,
a shower sprinkles softly down;
the air is fragrant, crisp, and cool,
and once again I'm stuck in school.

Winter
The birds are gone, the world is white,
the winds are wild, they chill and bite;
the ground is thick with slush and sleet,
and I can barely feel my feet.

Spring
The fields are rich with daffodils,
a coat of clover cloaks the hills,
and I must dance, and I must sing to see the beauty of the spring.