• First comes Fall
    All the trees with leaves, lose all
    The world is beautiful
    Even though some people use the term "prettyful"

    Then comes Winter
    Snow flakes fall as tiny as a splinter
    But you must admit
    After awhile you become sick of it

    After comes Spring
    Flowers grow to reveal beautiful roses that to the touch, sting
    Birds chirp, flowers grow
    All the memories from winter go

    And last but not least Summer
    Heat swelters while teens flash by in Hummers
    Everything is moist and green
    You have so much fun you break your spleen

    Those are the Seasons
    Beautiful all
    Even though were doomed to see them again
    There not so bad Winter Spring Summer and Fall