Four Seasons
Emma Floristean
It starts with Spring
And that sort of thing
You’ll wake with a yawn
Just like a newborn
You’ll wake up to sun
Making you leap and run
You pass through the door
Blinded by the light
You look at the sky
But you won’t find night
Eating ice-cream by the mass
Is how those hot summer days want to pass
Holidays, beaches all that fun
Is how it also must be done
You run through the gate
No time to wait
You look ‘round in awe
Amazed by what you saw
Leaves falling in a flurry
Looking like they really must hurry
The harvest is strong
And it won’t be long but
Autumn is lost
At any cost
Winter is here
So no need to fear
The snow is cold
But pulls you in its fold
The snowman looks great
It’s not one you hate
You make demands for a hot chocolate in your
Hands
Round and round the cycle will go
Looks like time is your greatest foe
But as memories go these were good to make
Surely ones you will leave in your wake