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Four Seasons


The four seasons come and go, 

First starts out hot, warm then cold,

Each season comes in bold,

Because life is always changing it never gets old.

 

The leaves are falling brown and all,

The dad rakes leaves while kids jump and paw,

Family bonds with pumpkins to haul,

Here comes Halloween, the owls call.

 

The day is getting cloundy while cold air blows,

Snow starts to fall and freezes toes,

Kids laugh and cry from stockings full of coals,

It's a Merry Christmas with mistletoes to woe.

 

The snow is melting the sun is shining,

Bald trees began its colorful blooming,

Bunnies hop around egg hunting,

Color everywhere and everyone is out playing.

 

It's getting hot popsicles are melted,

Bikinis are in for the beach bummed,

The cool waves hit your skin to sooth the heated,

Nothing is more refreshing than your feet in the sand, buried.

 

 

 

 

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