Seasons
This is a cute little poem I wrote while wrote lying in the grass in the sunshine. Just looking around at the world around me and how it changed like us. It's another one of those thoughts that people take for granted. If it wasn't for the 23.5 degree tilt of the Earth and the seasons that affect us so, we wouldn't be alive.
Might as well embrace what we've got rather than complain about what we don't.
Leaves fall, colours fly
February's here, autumn is nigh
Snow white ground, bare trees
If you're not careful, you just might freeze
Flower buds open, winter is over
Time of the lover, not the loather
The Summer Sun is up on high
Without a doubt, it'll catch your eye
Chilling winds, start to blow
Ominous clouds, start to show
Snow is falling, flickering fire
Hiding from the cold with heavy attire
Lots of colours, shining bright
Soft green grass, rays of light
At the beach, under the sun
it's far too hot, for a long run
These are just two years of life
Season's beauty is joy and strife
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