The Season’s Change


The sun says hello every morning,
And the birds sing their song.
The trees are strong and beautiful and green
While children play in the sun for the fun cheerful glee.

Spring calls my name,
Sweet warm spring calls my name!

As days fall over one another,
I wake up to heat and sweat.
Yet the trees still hold precious green
And the birds still sing their tune.

Summer calls my name,
Hot beautiful summer calls my name!

More months fly 'cross my face
The trees lose life,
The grass is drenched in warm color
And the birds move out and in comes new.

Autumn calls my name,
Crisp colorful Autumn calls my name!

Now trees are bare and birds stopped singing,
The world now can create new with its blank canvas.

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