The new year starts off cold
Snowflakes blow in the air
The trees look sad and old
Then the sun starts peaking gold
The green trees no longer bare
Fields of flowers, Behold!
Soon the heat becomes much too bold
And pop sickles we share
Thinner, lighter clothing is now sold
Then the wind becomes uncontrolled
And blows around our hair
Memories from the warmer weather we hold
Then it all repeats as told
We get all four a year so it’s all fair
The Earth’s tilt is what’s controlled
The changes are almost foretold
The seasons treat us with care
Winter, spring, summer, fall, they are all extolled
Then it all repeats as told.
Seasons
By: Lucy
Borissova