Seasons
Winter is like a blanket,
covering up the planet.
Spring is like a flower,
blooming to the sky.
Summer is like grass,
shifting in the wind.
Fall is like the wind,
dancing in the air.
Seasons always to circle,
going on forever.
-Alesia Leach © 5/2015
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2015
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