We live & give.
Spring
Flowers bloom,
The scent everywhere.
The sky sometimes glooms.
Kites in the air,
And you can not compare.
Summer
The sun; heat,
Sweet light glimmering over,
Rays burning into tans
Playing mid-day,
Make your way,
Die if you may.
Fall
The swaying trees,
In the cold brittle breeze.
And the rustle of leaves.
Take out a hood,
if you would.
Winter
The seasons now dread.
Decorate a tree,
Let celebration be.
Snow the color of white,
Be joyful you might.
We die if we must;
Let the earth turn us to dust.
