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Seasons


Something new has come about Some things large and some that sprout I think the world has come to bring Something new, I’ll call it spring Wait a minute there’s something else too In June I felt it, something jumping and new I’ve never been this hot, it was a bummer ‘Til we hit the pool, boy I think its summer! In August I saw a really big change The leaves turned colors and it started to rain I watched from my window as the leaves hit the wall This was something different, it could only be fall Somewhere around November it was time for our coats It was freezing outside, but at the most We could play in the snow in our winter clothes Everything will be warm, except for my nose
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