The Four Faces Of Nature
Spring dapples the land in all shades of green,
as life germinates in a seed or bean.
And wildflowers add color to the scene;
flaunting exotic pigments, rarely seen.
Summer paints sunsets pink and tangerine,
while mosquitoes swarm a rusty door screen.
And the air smells of ozone, fresh and clean,
after thunderstorms and lightning convene.
Autumn harvest, leaves stubble fields to glean,
while scarecrows guard the land where crops had been.
And like a hallmark card: Fall looks serene;
colored leaves scattered across the ravine.
Winter winds buff snow to a polished sheen;
as whiteouts and blizzards become routine.
And the sun's so bright that you'll need sunscreen
sculpting a snowman or ice figurine.
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