Seasons are a Must

Seasons are a Must The brisk, cool breeze brushes on my skin Chills break down my back like trying to attack me The smell is so fresh, winter is a rush Glistening white snow and the greenest evergreens This image is like a painting or a drawing From December to February winter is a must Till March temperatures arrive the its spring time April is here, now comes the rain They say this brings beautiful flowers in May Now here comes summer Flowing in with June and July Now the cool waters are what we occupy Until august and September bring the fall The chill of the air and the school bells call On through October and November When we dress up and eat till were stuffed But after November do you know what comes next The brisk, cool air that races down my neck The seasons are continuous thing Made up of great pleasures For you and for me