The Four Seasons

As I stare into the night, I admire the star-packed sky. The bright twinkling stars give out light, Piercing the darkness for us to see by. How different it is from the day, When I enjoy the fresh morning air. During the springtime in May, Watching a happy, playful hare. Flowers are starting to bloom, The birds are singing in joy. Springtime is a time of no gloom, I am out to enjoy. Soon spring turns into summer, Away from the sun I turn. In sweltering heat I murmur, That I will suffer sunburns. Summer turns into autumn, The leaves are starting to fall. The leaves turn colors: yellow and auburn, Halloween ornaments deck the malls. Autumn slides into winter, Sparkling white snow for people to admire. Everyone starts to collect timber, To snooze by a cozy fire. Into the cozy room I peep, My little brother is sound asleep.