The 4 seasons

Spring

The fields are rich with daffodils,

A coat of clover cloaks the hills,

And I must dance, and I must sing

To see the beauty of the spring.

Summer

The earth is warm, the sun's ablaze,

It is a time of carefree days;

And bees abuzz that chance to pass

May see me snoozing in the grass.

Fall

The leaves are yellow, red, and brown,

A shower sprinkles softly down;

The air is fragrant, crisp, and cool,

And once again I'm stuck in school.

Winter

The birds are gone, the world is white,

The winds are wild, they chill and bite;

The ground is thick with slush and sleet,

And I can barely feel my feet.

The Cycle of the Seasons

The last is done, the next is here,

The same as it is every year;

Spring -- then sunshine,autumn & snow,

That is how each year must go.

By : Rida Shaik

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Mar . 29, 2021

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