The Seasons

The Seasons

The chill of winter
With lots of pure white snow
Reminds me of hot cocoa and coats lined with fur
And the winter moons eerie glow

The freshness of spring
When birds spread their wings
And always seem to sing
Birds take to the sky and act as kings

The laziness of summer
And the hopes of eternal slumber
And we don’t even pay attention to a newcomer
When you begin the countdown, and dread the last number

The rush of fall
With the beautifully colored leaves
When you begin to hear winter’s call
And the days become shorter and have longer eves

This is the never ending cycle of the seasons
I will always have the next season to look for
Do you really need any reasons?
Thanks for the seasons lord, I couldn’t ask for more