Seasons
As the Summer Sun
Is fading
The Autumn frost
Spent three months waiting
To come and put
All those to sleep
Cherished children
I could not keep
Now the deed is
Duly done
The willows weep
With leaves, they'll shun
The summer greens
Have turned to grey
Thus winters wind
Is on it's way
Snowy blanket or,
Shroud of death
The piecing chill of
Winter's breath
I stand impatient
"Till it be done
And see once more
When Spring
Has Sprung
And in that day
When Sun is new
And does the job
It's destine too
My children will
All rise again
Until this cycle
Once more, begins
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