Seasons
I am the snow I am the rain
I am the leafless skeletal trees
I am the ice on the village pond
I am the frost that makes everything freeze
I am the first shoots peeking through
I am the birds that nest
I am the first hint of new life
I am a welcome guest
I am the sun bright in the sky
I am the heat of the day
I am the holiday by the blue sea
But sadly I cannot stay
I am the golden leaves on the trees
I am the cold red sun
I am the mist the rain and the fog
I am the chill when the day is done
We are the seasons, we come and go
We are a friend and a foe
Your constant companions throughout your life
We follow wherever you go
Copyright © Denis Briggs | Year Posted 2019
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