• Some times I take for granted those,
    Seasons God gave us all.
    Rain or snow,
    Sun or no,
    Each season is a ball.

    To see the beauty of the world,
    I need just look through glass.
    They're white or gray,
    Near every day,
    I watch the the clouds go past.

    I do not need a clear blue sky,
    To know the world's beauty.
    I love the rain,
    It is no pain,
    Loving is my duty.

    Although I dearly love the sun,
    To shine near every day.
    With warming light,
    And cool night,
    While on my bed I lay.

    And snow, how I love it falling,
    It's beauty evident.
    In Winter time,
    I love the rhymes,
    Singing Where 'er I went.

    My message now, I do suppose,
    To anyone reading:
    Enjoy the season,
    No need for reason,
    For life can be fleeting.