They come and go as they please.

There goes Summer,
Here comes Autumn.

Next is Winter,
And finally, Spring.  

Then the process starts all over again.
Oh, the beauty, the beauty of the seasons.

Spring brings life, warmth, and love.
Flowers of all colors will dot the landscape,
The grass will grow green,
The trees will bud, leaves will appear,
The bees and the birds will return,
Hope of a good life high in their little hearts.

Summer brings freedom, joy, and heat.
The grass will loose it's moisturized texture.
It will yellow over time.
But it doesn't stop there.
Fruit will ripen.
New animals will be born.
Flowers will remain in full bloom,
Until Autumn comes along.

The leaves on the trees and the grass all around,
They wither, crumble, fade away,
But that doesn't take the beauty of the day.
Lovely red, yellow, orange leaves will fall to the ground,
Creating a painting, a feeling of bliss.
One day soon, the first snow will fall,
And winter will follow soon.

Watching the beautiful snowflakes,
Each one unique,
Sipping my hot cocoa,
Feeling the warmth down to my feet.
Dancing in the snow,
Creating angels all around,
Making a new friend,
Naming him Mr. Snowman,
Enjoying days off from school,
Whether it's from snow or due to seasons,
But then it starts to warm,
And Spring is in full bloom again.

They come and go as they please.

There goes Summer,
Here comes Autumn.

Next is Winter,
And finally, Spring.  

Then the process starts all over again.
Oh, the beauty, the beauty of the seasons.
I love each one!