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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required First comes Spring, with daisies and Easter eggs, And little girls running around wearing their Sunday best. My peony's start blooming, followed by long walks with my dog, who is sniffing around fire hydrants for the first time in 3 months. The sun's eyes are open later, While the moon takes his time rising deep in the horizon, And the stars are just so much more, -fascinating. Summer brings newness and fresh green everything, Everywhere it spreads, wherever it can touch and see. The burning heat is combined with sweating, which then turns into family reunions, Followed by swimming with my cousins. And I can hear the sound of tiny footprints on lawns Running through the neighbor's favorite sprinkler. And sweet smell of marshmallows to eat, -at dusk. My favorite one of them all, would have to be the Fall, The sweet scent of fire lingering through the Twilit cool breeze, And there are yellow, orange and red leaves falling, Like confetti from a pinata, They have a certain destination in mind, Mostly it's for my children collecting them with papa, Or using them for their 3rd grade Science project. Families all over the world get to do one thing, At the same time... Collect nature's beauty marks, And jump so excitingly among, -the beauty of a season.. Not too long after that, the Winter I saved for last. Not because I don't appreciate this weathered season, But because there's nothing better than that first time You can see your breath when you breathe. I'll never forget the first time I woke up as a child, Gazed out our front porch window, And experiencing awe for the very first time and saw, Snow dipped pine trees with little green, and a lot of white. There are icicles dangling reflecting a prism into All surrounding light, and when they decide it's time to melt, It's about that time of year when the sun stays up a little later, And when the moon takes his time rising deep in the horizon. And when the stars are just so much more.. -fascinating.
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