Four Seasons Poem by Weronika Gburek MNSR

Spring:

The fields are rich with daffodils,
A coat of clover cloaks the hills,
And I must dance, and I must sing
To see the beauty of Spring.

Summer:

The earth is warm, the sun's ablaze,
It is a time of carefree days;
And bees buzz that chance to pass
May see me snoozing in the grass.

Autumn/Fall:

The leaves are yellow, red and brown,
A shower sprinkles down;
The air is fragrant, crispy and cool.
And once again I'm stuck in school.

Winter:

The last is done, the next is here,
The same as it is every year:
Spring- then sunshine- autumn- snow
That is how each year must go.