Blows the red autumnal wind
As tea-stained leaves roll
Through messy hair
Under boots puddles splash

Wintry witch-claw trees
Hands grasp for new life
In harsh December ice
No Summer will arrive

Until burning daffodils push up
And uncover hidden mice
Children play without worry
Always getting closer

To the day when Summer comes
When all our troubles add up
And green leaves sway tranquil
Hanging on for dear life