SEASONS
The skies are blue,
The flowers bloom.
Farewell cool,
Spring will come soon.
Hot and steaming,
Summer is beaming.
Scorching rays of sun,
Makes us run.
Red, orange, yellow,
It’s such a sight.
Falling from a height,
Beautiful as light.
Cold and gloomy,
Feel so lonely .
Everything is white,
Just as snow-white.
Keerthana Sajeev, 6A