Months - Poem by Salwa Arif
January is really cold,
February has flowers of gold,
March blossoms with colors so bright,
April heralds spring and sunlight,
may has with sweltering heat and holidays a lot
June thanks heavens isn't outside all hot!
July a month of clouds and rain,
August a month which refreshes our brain,
September is a pleasant change,
October the festival range,
November when nature dances in a colorful ball,
December brings cheer and things which comes and go round the year and a happy new year to all!
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