Seasons Poem by Phil Soar

A beautiful scene before me
a season left behind
the sun begins to rise in front
the darkness doesn't mind
and everything seems warmer
all the world seems bright
no cold and bitter winds that blow
no snowfall in the night

A sight stretched out before me
to warm the very soul
emerging bulbs, new growth evolves
and makes your days feel whole
as nature takes the journey
through seasons welcomed here
the moments spent in awe of it
can brighten up the year