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Seasons Of A Tree


Summer is scorching and sultry in the sun  Oh how I hate this time of month I am thirsty for drip water  Could it get any hotter I just can't wait till spring 
Fall is the saddest time of the month  Where I change my color from green to orange to red And all my leaves fall when autumn comes to an end I just can't wait till spring
Winter is the most cold when the front comes in And how I became thick and luscious to thin and naked Where my feet are deep in the snow  Having nowhere to go I just can't wait till spring
Spring makes me full of joy  When my leaves grow back and the rain pours Here comes the flowers how beautiful they are  I can't believe it's finally here 
But Then spring comes to an end  And the scorching summer starts again I just can't wait till spring again 
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Mercedes.12
I wrote this poem because I love nature, and I wanted to share with the world of how a tree feels throughout the seasons.

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