Under a Tree


What i think of some seasons,
I think of,
Five leaves drop down to the ground,
We all are spinning around.
squirrels are getting ready,
for the day to come,
when the winter has begun,
they all curl up,
or hide in the dirt,
maybe even stay under cold water.
but when sleep turns to slumber,
no word to be heard,
days into weeks,
then weeks to months,
when slumber is done,
spring has rung,
birds chirp,
frogs croak,
then you begin to smell oak,
squirrels wake up,
turtles come out,
the water starts to melt,
then you'll see some fishes,
sound is heard noise and peace,
sounds beautiful,
that's what i think of some seasons.

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