The Time Between the Seasons
Time~seasons must go, just like the wind must blow. Life can be hard to hold on to, many times making us blue.
Time sure can be funny, like a new bunny. Pretty seasons are everywhere, it is in the sky and the air.
Seasons come four times a year, we can all sing and cheer. Many fun and joyous holidays, they all set our hearts a blaze.
Time sure can be funny, like a new bunny. Pretty seasons are everywhere, it is in the sky and the air.
Date Written:7/6/2022
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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