Seasons
Seasons
Springtime has passed,
Summer is a blast,
The Autumn mist is near;
Yes, Fall has come and it won't be long,
Till winters chill is hear.
With Seasons bloom the darndest things,
The Willow's shad the bee,
There is much surprise to wonder of,
Just take a look and see.
Yes, nothing but pleasures for all to find,
And believe it or not, they are free...
Copyright © Julie Soto | Year Posted 2006
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