The Seasons

The Seasons

The soft winter wind bringing icy caked walkways
Covering the hallowed out tree in a fine frost
January is the start of colder days

But wait, Spring crawls up from the depths of cold
Bring nice warmth
To these days that are old

The summer calls upon the blistering heat
Sparks of color
Light up fields of wheat

Come fall, the crops are almost ready
A change of heart
Just hold your hands steady

The seasons are a wondrous thing
They make me dance
And want to sing!

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 09.03.2012

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