The Four Seasons

Crisp crackling

brown dry leaves

floating down

from moulting trees

 

It's kiting weather

winds get stronger

days get shorter

nights get longer

 

Winter comes

he comes a calling

from the skies

snow is falling

 

Jack frost rears

his ugly head

and makes the world

look old and dead

 

Then birds begin

to chirp and sing

as winter changes

In to spring

 

Gone is the greyness

the days are bright

ewes are lambing

it's a lovely sight

 

The sun burns hotter

in the sky

spring is ending

summer is nigh

 

Lovers walk

hand in hand

children laughing

in the sand

 

The seasons come

the seasons go

there's nothing quite like

the winter snow

 

There's nothing quite like

the crackling leaves

golden brown

on autumn trees

 

There's nothing quite like

the freshness of spring

it puts joy into the heart

of everything

 

There's nothing quite like

the sun kissed beach

when spring is gone

and out of reach

 

From every season

comes something good

so love this world

the way we should

The End

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