Seasons Change—A poem from my adolescence

[The melting of the snow reminded me of a poem I wrote in middle school.  I decided to dig it up.]

Seasons Change

Mother Nature’s grand gift
I see is truly alive
New trees do bud
Flowers born
In tears
In fog

The earth flourishes in sun
It has only just begun
Trees are deep green
Bring fruit
And nuts
In sun

It is now a time to slow down
Time to show beauty in age
As once we were green
Now must die red
And yellow
Orange

Now comes the cold soft white rain
Trees only hibernate in ice
They are not truly dead
They are just waiting
And now comes
New life…

Mother Nature’s grand gift
Is alive once again

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