Four Beautiful Seasons Poem by Gregory Huyette

Why there are seasons…
And this may sound strange…
Is to provide good reasons
To justify change!

With no seasons when would birds nest?
When would some fly away
Because winter's a pest?
And Fall colors would be held at bay.

Christmas might well end up in June.
With no seasons no one would care.
Then the cow would jump over the moon.
Now that might roust up a stare!

Luckily for many good reasons
There'll always be change
In four beautiful seasons…
And that's not at all strange!