The Seasons
The Seasons
Spring stands for the start of life.
The beginning of a long, long drive.
The time where all has once begun,
And the return of the long gone sun.
Summer is for living free.
My favourite time. Do you agree?
But like always there's the thing,
Of the goodbyes the end will bring.
Autumn is the time of change.
When sun turns into rainy days.
When you have to say goodbye.
To sunny days and the blue sky.
Winter is the time of cold.
And of stories yet to be told.
About a truth or just a lie.
They will make the time fly by.
The beginning of a long, long drive.
The time where all has once begun,
And the return of the long gone sun.
Summer is for living free.
My favourite time. Do you agree?
But like always there's the thing,
Of the goodbyes the end will bring.
Autumn is the time of change.
When sun turns into rainy days.
When you have to say goodbye.
To sunny days and the blue sky.
Winter is the time of cold.
And of stories yet to be told.
About a truth or just a lie.
They will make the time fly by.
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If I could give you a 'Kudo', I would. Love your poem.
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