The Seasons

Winter:
Slowly the snow comes floating down,
Over the rooftops in the town,
Softly it falls without a sound,
Turning and whirling to the ground.

Spring:
Gently the rain begins to fall,
Wee baby birds, their Mamas call,
Leaves on the trees and flowers, too,
Peek out to say 'hello' to you.

Summer:
Old Mister Sun is out today,
Warming the children as they play,
Trees share their bounty, oh so sweet,
Good food for boys and girls to eat.

Fall:
Fluttering leaves come tumbling down,
Grasses once green now turn to brown,
Soon the North Wind will start to blow,
Won't be long now 'til we have snow.