Start of Seasons


Each year starts dead
frozen, cold.
The rain comes,
buds show.
Flowers of all kinds
blooming, colorfully.
Birds spring young,
the next new generation.
The heat greens the trees
luscious, flourishing.
They touch the tips,
surfaces so cool, they to go down.
Fish swim out the heat,
curiosity takes over.
Families run together,
in fields of sunshine flowers.
Then:
the rain subsides,
the flowers retreat,
the animals sleep,
the birds nestle and prepare,
the heat turns bitter,
the trees uncover,
the fish swim away,
the families no longer run.
The next year starts dead
frozen, cold.
Until the rain comes
and the buds show.

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