Seasons
The leaves are falling in the fall,
Changing colors, from green to orange to red.
Although in the winter,
Mother Nature’s breath is cold
All you can see is the white light.
Soon, though there is no more white,
Because there will be the bright,
Vivid, and lively colors of the rainbow.
But, before the the rainbow there must be the rain.
When the rainbow comes so will the spring,
The summer and the flowers.
While the flowers are blooming
And gardens are growing,
The time will be going.
And before we know it
The seasons will be changing.
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