Rhapsody Poem by David Brave

Green shoots everywhere,
Animals without a care,
A time for new growth,
And a time for great hope.
Leaves growing green again,
A feeling of released restraint.
The life that the season brings,
The chirping of birds that sing,
That is the rhapsody of Spring!

The colour now quite arcane,
As light floods back again.
Butterflies in fields abound,
And bees hum a gentle sound.
Man is warmed by sun rays,
And enjoys his lazy days.
The bounty of the farmer,
flowers rising to the beat of a drummer,
That is the rhapsody of Summer!

Green turns orange in dying days,
And lights only our gaze.
Cold sets in and winds invade,
As light turns slowly into shade.
It is time when animals start to hide,
When man will leave, now so shied.
The fading light brings boredom,
And visions cold but awesome,
That is the rhapsody of Autumn.

Snows falls down in gorgeous showers,
And seems to fall for hours and hours.
Animals and birds retreat,
For there is little left for them to eat.
The cold brings pain for many and all,
Through a sudden harsh frosty maul.
Life slows down for every critter,
Fields sparkle with white glitter,
That is the rhapsody of Winter.

When you fight all four seasons,
With bravery and all good reasons,
For those you care about so much,
And would give your life if they called for such.
When you work to feed and clothe,
The family you could never loathe.
When you fight through fear and strife,
Just to come home to your wife,
That is the rhapsody of life.