Season's

Summer ends and fall begins
when leaves turn a golden brown.
Yet do not fear, winter is near
as snow blanket's the ground.

At the start of spring, birds sing
and flowers bloom all around.
May has showers, didn't you
know that's why the air smells
so fresh and clean.

Summer's are hot, Kids in the
park. And fishing with my grandpa
is something I shall never forget.
Poor mom, in the kitchen cooking
for family and friends.

As fall appears, comes a slight
chill in the air, Yet racking the
leaves tha fall from the tree's,
I would hear my dad swear.

Sitting by the evening fire, And
mom scolding me for pulling my
sister's hair.

Winter's are cold as the wind blows,
and yet you will find me outside
shoveling the snow. And three blocks
away, you can hear me scream,
God, I hope this stuff does not come
back next year.

Spring returns, snow disappears.
Birds rejoice and the animals
that were asleep are now awake,
Looking for a mate.

So this cycles starts again, year
after year without end.


Dave