The Cycle Of Seasons

Nature poetry of the four seasons

Poetry Of Nature


The world goes past around me
doing what it does
the clouds go by and the wind blows by
and leaves turn yellow and fall.
As time goes by,
the flowers die.
The clouds sneak quietly away.
And all that's left
is not a sign of the gentle growing nature.
Rain clouds form
and rain will flow
and shower all with life.
And when they go,
the flowers grow
and white clouds take their place.
With blowing wind and gentle breeze the cycle is complete;
and when it tries
to start again
we'll let it as it please.