SEASONS WITHOUT ....

Autumn follows as winter approaches
Leaves shiver and fall to the arid earth
Where they are blown all over the course land,
Leaving the pale barks single, cold and bare.

In these times its hard to dream of summer
Winds haul and hauler sad songs of sorrow,
Which foretell of a bland change in colour,
While clouds clash causing crippling emotion.

A new urge emerges with a fresh hope,
A new feeling blossoms in the barks heart
A greener pasture with a fertile dream,
A smell evoking scented memories.

Time’s of beauty that inspire birds to sing
Toiling helplessly from winter to spring