Pretty colors in the trees
Orange, yellow, browns and greens
So many colors that are seen
Such a beauty, I only see in my dreams
Falling leaves hit the ground
Floating freely, don’t make a sound
Breezes blow, through the trees
Pollen fly’s and makes you sneeze.
All the leaves on the ground, Winters next stop
Cold air constant as winds blow, temperatures drop
Black ice on the black top
Huge icicles hanging from homes
Igloo forts in the shape of domes
Snow melts seasons change again
Want to be warm, just waiting for weatherman to say when
Here comes Spring, animals wake from their sleep
Standing on the mountainside are the sheep
Seasons changing with color of the leaves