Four seasons
June 3, 2016
Welcome to a new life.
Poetry by Sebastian Holland
When the bitter wind comes.
The cold clouds blanket the sun.
All the pretty flowers do succumb.
Trees die & no birds sing.
No pollen or bees to sting.
Frozen sorrow the winter brings.
Life & color begin to rise.
Flowers bloom it’s now spring time.
Rain falls I happily sigh.
Warm wind starts to blow.
Pollen clogs up my nose.
Beautiful nature starts to show.
Then one day the sun shines down.
Feet burn on the scolding ground.
The air filled with cicada sounds.
Beaches are crowded & school is out.
We’re so hot we’re filled with doubt.
But we make memories that really count.
Red, Orange & Yellow leaves.
Watch the leaves leap from trees.
The land loses all its green.
Cool & windy autumn nights.
It’s the season full of fright.
This weather feels oh so right.