Seasons

Now is a time where things begin to sleep
Where the trees turn to gold and velvet
And much earlier the sky turns pink
The fresh breeze cools us down
From the heat that is no longer found

Ever so slowly, things begin to die
All the beautiful birds must fly
Far away before the cold comes
Before the trees are bare
And ones breath is visible in the air
That time of year makes some want to sing
Of laughter and presents
Of snow and skiing

Others feel the cold
Straight to their bones
They cannot wait for the time
Where things start to grow
Where the sun shines every so often
Making room for rain
It is the time of rebirth
Of flowers blooming
Of birds returning
Along with the warmth
Yet there's still the air
Clean and fresh

That will soon be gone
Replaced with one humid and heavy
With sweltering heat
Where people find comfortable
A difficult state to keep
Yet the sun shines bright
It makes one feel like glowing
Many find it hard
To keep from always smiling

But too soon it seems the cold will come again
The cycle will continue
Until the very end
And some like one better than another
It reflects on their tastes
Their personality
And many others
Times of the year are not something that we control
They are one of the many forces in nature
That we find are truly special