During the Seasons

During the Fall I see leaves on the ground... In the Summer the Sun shines in the sky And during the night the Moon sparkles shy… In the Winter all seems wet: fields and cities. The snow coppers the valleys and mountains And the world discovers that the cold is ice. In the Spring the flowers embellish the life And the dreams become the reason to live… Day after day the love builds the nice nests Where the existence renews all the truths. In the four seasons everybody cries and smiles, Each one looks for a place to put the head And the asleep arrives slowly without noise. The true sense that someone can find in the life It’s the happy breathe under the all questions. BY Ivan de Oliveira Melo