The sun finally came out anew,
The sky turned from a hazy gray to a vibrant blue.
The ground now quenched with ample rain,
Turns from dry and dusty brown to lush green once again.
Flowers seem to bloom with gusto and zest,
With petals reaching out to be their very best.
Trees stand tall in glorious splendor,
With leaves so soft, so green, so tender.
Birds sing out to one another,
While the deer graze in fields a little further.
And by the stream a bullfrog croaks out loud,
Proclaiming he is so very handsome and for that he is so very proud.
And in the backyard a young child plays,
As grandma watches and dreams of yesterdays.
As seasons come and seasons go,
We learn to live, we learn to grow.
With each season that passes by,
We find our self changing and many sigh.
So many fight this process right up to the day their light no longer shines,
But the seasons go on and on, and like the seasons, our lives become so hopelessly entwined.