The Seasons

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The Seasons
Seasons change, seasons change
Summer first with its hot and humid air
With children playing all day long
With flowers bloomed and full of color.
Seasons change, seasons change.
Fall next with its cool air,
With children playing in piles of leaves and carving pumpkins
With trees changing color to orange, yellow and red.
Seasons change seasons change
Winter next with its chilled and sharp air.
With children bundled up in coats, scarves, hats and mittens
Playing in the snow, making snowmen and sledding all day long.
With trees bare from leaves, and rather covered in snow and icicles
Seasons change season change.
Spring next with its moist air
With children coming out to play, glad that the snow is gone
With flowers popping out of the ground and birds beginning to chirp
Everything comes to life again.
Seasons change, seasons change, And life goes on. And life goes on.

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Fayrouz This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 24, 2009 at 6:50 pm
I pictured a year going on right there! Good imagery! this poem actually reminds me of a poem i wrote...
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