From Autumn,
To Winter.
From Summer,
To Spring,
The days go by
So fast, so soon.
The trees are changing
Into candied apples
With brown caramel outsides
And green apple insides.
Summer has long
Since left me behind
Right behind Spring
And Winter too.
Soon they'll be back,
But not before,
The leaves shrivel up,
And crunch beneath my feet.
After the leaves are gone
The snow will fall
And trees will
Turn into clouds
And
Once again
The snow will fall
And crunch beneath my feet.
The snow will melt,
The grass will grow
And flowers will
Pop out of the ground.
And turn their faces
To the sky.
The trees will puff
Into cotton balls
And then
Grow heavy with fruit.
Then the flowers will fall
And crunch beneath my feet.
The season of fire
has come at last.
The season of
Pools and popsicles.
The sun will beat
down onto the Earth
Until it is
Baked to a crisp.
The rain will come,
Along with the wind,
To put out the flames
And the heat.
And then the burned grass
Will crunch beneath my feet.
And finally
we have returned.
To the season of Fall,
And candied apple trees.
