Seasons

Kabeer Ganjoo

 Seasons change, full of range; 

But people love them, nothing’s strange; 

From fresh white snow to a glittering rainbow; 

Each brings unique things, as you know. 

Spring is beginning, the ice is thinning; 

Buds start to appear; Mother Nature is grinning; 

Hibernations ended and we all feel splendid; 

As greenery returns, and wildlife is mended. 

 The Sun is ablaze, here come holidays; 

Summers arrived and it won’t fail to amaze; 

Picnics and paddle pools are better than school; 

As clear blue skies cover us, fun is our fuel. 

Trees start to shed, and we start to tread; 

On crunchy autumn leaves, golden and red; 

Fireworks at night, the days are less bright; 

And fauna collect food for when they have to sleep tight

We all sit and stare, as boughs turn bare; 

And slumbering wildlife rests without a care; 

Snow covers the winter land, and warmth is our demand; 

So, cheer spreads around, making the new year grand.  

Seasons change, full of range; 

But people love them, nothing’s strange; 

From fresh white snow to a glittering rainbow; 

Each brings unique things, as you know.