The Seasons - Poem by Trevor Jenkins
The snow is melting quickly now,
The joy of spring draws near;
The sun shines from the clear blue sky,
Now winters end is here.
The crocus shows it's budding head,
All swiftly growing on;
New growth speeding forth ahead,
The freeze now having gone.
The seasons change and come and go,
Summer follows spring;
Soon we'll see the blossoms show,
And birds upon the wing.
The musky scent of life once more,
Fills the air again;
A time for praise & giving thanks,
For flowers and the rain
Summer's nearly here again,
With daffodils in bloom;
Honeysucle starts to show,
Then months pass into June.
Time passes on so quickly now,
The summers really here;
Roses start to show thier heads,
With days all bright and clear.
So many colours fill our eyes,
It's natures precious things,
With flowers bending in the breeze,
Such life to all it brings.
The summers growing to a close,
With Autumn just ahead.
The leaves are turning bronze again,
and soon they'll all be dead,
to fall to earth and give next year,
The earth a special power,
To bring forth life again once more,
In next years early flower.
Autumn shades are all around,
Giving colour a subtle hue;
Nature does such wondrous things,
Bestowing life anew.
Autumn now is all but gone,
And winds bring colder rain;
The dormouse sleeps away the days,
'Till springtime comes again.
The winters really here once more,
With wind comes sleet and snow;
And all is still again this year,
Till next; and spring doth show.
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