The Seasons

My First Poem written practically ever!
It was supposed to be a Haiku


Spring brings the flowers,

drops of dew and excitement

from chocolate eggs.


Summer sun's burning:

choking on peppery air,

looking at the sand.


Autumn brings darkness:

bobbing apples and spooky trees,

drenched in sadness.


Children are tumbling

Winter is slurping hot

delicious cocoa.


The End

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