The Four Seasons
As I stare into the night,
I admire the star-packed sky.
The bright twinkling stars give out light,
Piercing the darkness for us to see by.
How different it is from the day,
When I enjoy the fresh morning air.
During the springtime in May,
Watching a happy, playful hare.
Flowers are starting to bloom,
The birds are singing in joy.
Springtime is a time of no gloom,
I am out to enjoy.
Soon spring turns into summer,
Away from the sun I turn.
In sweltering heat I murmur,
That I will suffer sunburns.
Summer turns into autumn,
The leaves are starting to fall.
The leaves turn colors: yellow and auburn,
Halloween ornaments deck the malls.
Autumn slides into winter,
Sparkling white snow for people to admire.
Everyone starts to collect timber,
To snooze by a cozy fire.
Into the cozy room I peep,
My little brother is sound asleep.
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