The Seasons Transition
A new time when the rain sees and greet
the noon day is so weak and shy still
a new time when the sun is fed and beat
wake up call to put time to a refill
a new time when the snow fall to be neat
the air and man bask but pay the bill
a new time when the leaf gets to a seat
from up to down it will pass the grill
a time to play and a time to cry
a time to be wet and a time to dry
we all sit and boil then stay to fry
jazz or rock, easy to remember
the next tune is on, loud from its members
goes up and down from June to December.
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