Come Summer, and the birds will sing
The squirrels to their nests will bring
Their harvest of the goodness of the time
And in the forests, life is found
In branches, and upon the ground
Abundant living of the mammal kind
Come Fall, and the leaves will turn
A golden brown that makes one yearn
For seasonal gifts like fires' glow and burn
The ground will turn an auburn red
And thoughts of love will fill their heads
But little do they know, and soon will learn
Come Winter, and the harshness lies
In flurries of white that sting the eyes
And lasts for far too long to be of comfort
The people all will stay inside
Within their houses, they will hide
Away from all that biting snow will plunder
Come Spring, the world will spark with life
The lovers once again unite
Basking in warm, tender rays of sun
Flowers bursting into bloom
Away from all the doom and gloom
And all is gained, because the Earth has won.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
Come Summer, and the birds will sing
The squirrels to their nests will bring
Their harvest of the goodness of the time
And in the forests, life is found
In branches, and upon the ground
Abundant living of the mammal kind
Come Fall, and the leaves will turn
A golden brown that makes one yearn
For seasonal gifts like fires' glow and burn
The ground will turn an auburn red
And thoughts of love will fill their heads
But little do they know, and soon will learn
Come Winter, and the harshness lies
In flurries of white that sting the eyes
And lasts for far too long to be of comfort
The people all will stay inside
Within their houses, they will hide
Away from all that biting snow will plunder
Come Spring, the world will spark with life
The lovers once again unite
Basking in warm, tender rays of sun
Flowers bursting into bloom
Away from all the doom and gloom
And all is gained, because the Earth has won.
First happy poem!
