Random Poetry

Changing Seasons

Note: I've never been in a country which has 4 seasons. So bare with my poem. Arraseo?

Changing Seasons

The cold breeze running down my spine
The gray clouds covering up the sun
The raindrops that spash on leaves
Another rainy day had passed and I wish the sun would rise again

I wish the sun is up there smiling
I wish the wark breeze from the sun will come
Enjoying some outdoor games and having a vacation
And soon, entering the school to learn everyday

At the middle of the school year,
Leaves start to turn yellow,red and orange, starting to fall
Animals starting to stock supplies
And getting ready for the winter

Here it comes, the colder breeze is here
Snow starts to fall on the ground
Bodies of water starts to freeze
Childres says, "Santa is coming to town!"

Winter ends and the plants starts to have leaves
The flowers starts to bloom
Colorful and wonderful park can be seen
The most beautiful season is now seen

All of the seasons have their own beauty
All of the seasons have their own breeze
All of the seasons have their own abilities to let them be loved by masses
All of the seasons are different.