Seasons Poem by Jason Pack

The Sun knows its days are numbered,
And life begins its cold, dry slumber,
But before the Earth dies in white,
The world is brilliantly bright.

Once the Earth is asleep,
Covered in blankets of sleet,
Frozen to the very core,
Soon to awaken, just once more.

Life blossoms forth in pink and blue,
The nights begin to leave their dew,
Earth's sleep is gone, now fully awake,
And soon, so soon, the ground will bake.

The Sun shines in all its glory,
The time before, only a story,
But even with a day so bright,
There will always come a night.