The air smells fresh,
Springtime’s such a glory.
As I watch the children laugh and play,
Oh how it really makes my day.
Oak Tree chuckles while the birds sing,
And whispers to Rose Bush:
“Listen to that tone ring!”
As the sun glitters with that shimmer and shine.
With a blink of the eye, summer is here,
Not a single cloud in sight.
The breeze ruffles my green and healthy leaves
Blocking some heat, while the sun is still bright.
Our neighbor, Treehouse, is crawling with kids about,
Children screaming and children chasing.
I see her glance longingly towards us,
As the sky was painted pink and orange after all that fuss.
Now it is autumn, the nights are getting chilly,
My leaves were dyed red, my friends eyed them with envy.
A soothing breeze calms us all down,
All the people have ended their day.
I watched in horror as Oak Tree’s leaves started dropping,
Leaving nothing but bare branches underneath.
Winter will be here soon, we will need to warm up,
But not if our only clothes won’t stay up.
“Brr!” I woke up to see the frost on me,
As the jingle bells sounded and the sky bled to gray.
A cold wind passes by, making Rose Bush shiver,
It’s a bit difficult to bear this type of day.
Midnight has arrived, bringing slightly more snow,
I look up to see a man riding in the clouds.
His vehicle powered by eight little creatures,
They sure don’t seem to mind the cold!
Waking up again, a warm wind rushes past,
Once again seeing the young play
And the elderly relax
Nature is going to start getting busy again.
Canyon Creek Elementary
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