The Seasons Poem by Glen Chudley

The trees, they blossom; flowers bloom.
The new-born lambs, they bleat.
But all this will give way, too soon,
To summer’s blazing heat.

The sun above burns in the sky,
The world begins to sear.
At last the flames disperse and die,
As autumn marches near.

The layer of gold that coats the ground
Grows deeper every day.
But leaves will soon no more be found,
For winter's on its way.

A cruel, cold breeze howls through the air,
The skies are full of sleet.
The snow melts, turns to green grass fair,
The cycle is complete.