Changing Seasons
The changing climate changes things.
Each season has it's colors.
Exciting bright or pastel hues,
Give way to somewhat duller;
But each and every difference,
Has a beauty all it's own.
Each season has a magic,
That makes it stand alone.
The red, brown, golden leaves of Autumn,
It's gigantic Harvest Moon,
Give way to frost and snow flakes,
As Winter comes too soon.
The Fir trees dressed in crystal robes,
Sparkle, twinkle, shine.
A pristine blue-white blanket,
Coats the meadows, fences, Pines.
Then slowly Spring comes once again,
With bright and pastel hues.
The welcome greens and pinks spring forth,
And yellows, reds and blues.
Summer isn't far behind,
And another year has passed.
The birds and bees will greet in song,
The summer sun at last.
It's all so full of magic,
The beauty of it all.
Each awe inspiring creature.
Each season gives it's call.
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