Season Circle

Written by: Tiffiny Hagan

When leaves have fallen to the ground,
The time for winter is around.

It's time for birds to fly away
To warmer lands where they will stay,

'Til gone is winter's icy blast,
And spring is here again at last.

In springtime all the flowers bloom,
And people spring-clean with a broom.

Fawns are born and bears awake,
And rain again fills up the lake.

The smell of the air is fresh and sweet,
And the baby birds give a small "tweet, tweet."

When summer's come and spring is gone,
The skies are clear at morning's dawn.

The days are hot, the lake is cold,
Yet swimming each day never does grow old.

As fireflies light up the night,
The starry sky is quite a sight.

The leaves are now red, orange and brown,
As to the ground they soon fall down.

This is a sign that fall is here,
But yet the weather is not drear.

A chill tell bears it's time to sleep,
As farmers finish their harvest reap.

The Season Circle is now complete,
As winter once again we greet.