"Seasons" by Carrie Bradbury

Seasons
By Carrie Bradbury
In the fall,
Not only the leaves change
Bur so do ones spirits
There is a swift breeze in the air
That rustles ones feathers
And tousles their hair
In the winter,
Death looms and plants doom
The day that they eventually fade away
The air is crisp
And flakes fall
But winter is not like fall at all
In the spring,
Blooms of color return
Birth from brush
A becoming rising our of what
was lost
The cost of it all unknown
For no matter now beautiful
the color
Fall will come again
And smother the world in brown.
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