Four Season Postcard

  • Four Seasons


    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 the spring.

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

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

    The birds are gone, the world is white,
    The winds are wild, they chill and bite;
    The ground is thick with slush and sleet,
    And I can barely feel my feet.

    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.