When you think about seasons, what comes to mind?
A blizzary night, in which anything is hard to find.
Is it the shimmering sunset,on a warm sunny day.
In which you, and your friends are off to play?
Or maybe its the season when everyone is fed,
and all the leaves lay upon the ground all still, and all dead.
When I think about seasons, I think about spring.
When the world is filled with all sorts of new life,
or maybe just a newly painted swing.
All season's are beautiful,in there own speicial way
They all are so great, is another word you could say
Whichever you think of, they all hold a special key to one's heart.
Without all four season's the world would be broken apart.