With the fog goes the hollow sun
Till then your day not yet begun
Wasting your whole in the hurricane
In withered form by the side of the Rhine
Autumn's crunchy leaves watered in rain
With bit of time they might be a stain
In a scene that was fabulous and insane
From Netherlands till the majestic Spain
Heavy winds bending the weather vane
Dragging the winter on it's rhythmic chain
In a smooth slide on the seasonal line

Then the spring winds came playing violins
And every time when it's lovely song begins
The eyes stained to the tints of the skies
In blue perfect dress selling sheepish grins
Obviously in pride with delighted smiles
And steady stand at the painted green tiles
Beside the honey smell Fashionable styles
In breathtaking colors upon the flowers
With tweeting birds in their daily showers
In one simple central truth that stings
This season have many prodigious things

Author/ Aladdin Aures H.