A Year
First comes the spring
With lamb's that prance.
Then yellow daffodils
In the breeze they dance.
Then comes the summer
With apples on the tree
And soft golden corn
That grows past your knees
Then comes the autumn
With brown leaves in the trees
And birds fly away
To lands across seas
Then comes the winter
With ground of soft white snow
And the start of a new year
The old one must go.
Copyright © Paul White | Year Posted 2023
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