Changing Seasons
For every season there is a reason
come winter, spring, summer or fall
there's a time stamped on it all.
In the Winter the wind blows and the snow falls
as that old man winter comes to call.
with the frost on your windows,and ice on the ground
looks like winter wonderland will be sticking around.
Then suddenly the flowers start to bloom
and at night the stars shine bright around the moon.
As you take a deep breath of fresh air into your lung
it brings to light the fact that Spring has finally sprung.
Then the heat gets turned up and its hotter than July
and you're dripping wet with sweat and wanting to cry
Going to a cook-out and sipping on ades of lemon and lime
and everyone has come out because its summer time.
Then as the Autum leaves hit the ground as the tree goes bare
and the squirrels gather up their nuts to store somewhere
people storing up wood that stocks ten feet tall
and that is how we know that it finally is Fall.
Copyright © Gwen Benita Mason Gibbs | Year Posted 2019
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