Nature's Season's Poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain

Season's come and the season's gone,
There are four in each year,
Of our timekeeping.
Spring,
Summer,
Autumn,
Winter,

The season is of diverse types,
Yet,
Two and two,
To begin and become,
Spring shows the beginning,
Of growth and a new season,
So, for plants,
Vegetation,
Spring Chickens,
Spring Lambs,
The Calves,
The Fouls,
All come in the Spring,
And flourish in the Summer,

Summer shows bloom,
From the plants to the Fouls,
And all are seen in full bloom,
Even the birds and the bees,
Sing the songs,
Of spring and summer,
With the Sun's rays,
That shows nature,
In full bloom,

By the time,
All are in full bloom,
And what shows and blooms,
Blossoms all summer,
And just when we are relaxed,
And see no clouds in the sky,
The season changes,
Beginning with,
The fall,

Autumn's,
Season,
Commences beginning,
Where, all are in bloom,
Falls away and decays,
While the rest,
Fly away,
And,
Migrate,
Or,
Hibernate,

And just when,
We have seen it all disappear,
The frost and snow,
Covers all over,
And chills the air,
Where the chilling effect,
Kills off all decay,
And the blue ice time period,
Takes over for a time,
Chilling,
Freezing,
Keeping everything beneath the earth,
As winter sets itself right in,

And far beneath the frosted earth,
Is all in nature,
Rekindling itself,
To regrowth itself,
And then spring growth,
Again,
Next season,
That starts the circle of life,
2 x 2 = 4,
The four seasons,
Of,
Our circle of life,

Spring,
Summer,
Autumn,
Winter,
The four seasons,
Of ours,
That is 2 x 2,
Spring and Summer,
Then,
Autumn and Winter,
That makes it known,
As 4 seasons,
To us all.