The leaves, when roaming, leave trees blank and bare

Birds fly south for solace in warm weather  

Cold gusts from up north are beyond compare 

But when birds leave only a small feather? 

Worlds are coated in blankets of white snow 

People scurry, hurrying for their house 

Seeds of grass and earthworms slumber below 

While snowflakes still fall, quiet as a mouse 

But slowly, as the world begins to thaw 

The trees begin to return what was lost 

And with it returns the bird’s loud caw 

Vibrant blooms chase away the winter frost 

Birds and leaves always seem to rearrange 

Moving and shifting as the seasons change