Spring brings fourth a beginning

Of a new year and life,

In bright colours buds to grow

While new borns are brought to the light.

 

Summer brings fourth a warm heart

Full of happy sunshine,

Flowering buds begin to bloom

While special words rhyme.

 

Autumn brings fourth windy days

With deep rich orange skies,

Fallen leaves and deep red shades

Are pictured in our pathways.

 

Winter brings fourth dark cold nights

Frost and ice covering plants and lakes,

With bright, bright blues and snowy whites

When trees look pretty with fairy lights.

 

When roses bloom and summer calls

Their sweet scent fills the air,

The petals fall and float on the wind

Whilst the rich colours flare.

 

They're beautiful in every way

And emotionally filled to the brim,

Their silky touch to a stray finger

Is soothing and fulfilling.

 

A little bird

As black as night,

Sits on a tree branch

And prepares for flight.

 

Its feathers are sleak

And shine in the light,

It hops on its feet

And then flys like a kite.

 

Looking to the sky

The stars are shining bright,

A twinkle here a twinkle there

The moon is alight tonight.

 

I breathe in and breathe out

With the coldness of the wind,

The dark blues and black twilight

Protect me from my fright.

 

When the mist begins to fall

Our vision is clouded,

The moon looks all mysterious

But is still bright though shrouded.