Seasons
The mind, is like, the four seasons.
Sometimes rain, sometimes snow.
Feels like spring.
Watch the flowers grow.
The sun shines, the clouds pass.
Don't give up, it don't last.
Just relax.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
