For seasons of life <br />Each one different <br />In its majestic wake <br /> <br />Spring <br />The beginnings of life <br />Were flowers come to breath? <br />On a field full of dreams <br /> <br />Butterfly's flutter <br />Their brilliance in flight <br />A cycle of life <br />That gives meaning to life <br /> <br />Summer <br />Its gentle breeze <br />Wave's the fields of corn <br />Its beauty of nature <br />Grows its colours of gold <br /> <br />The sun shines down <br />On children at play <br />As the days drift by <br />Colours spring to life <br /> <br />Autumn <br />Golden rays of sunshine <br />Moves across the fields <br />Capturing the colours <br />Of summers falling leaves <br /> <br />Mystical dew drops <br />Cling to the leaves <br />As showers and thunder <br />Cascade upon dead leaves <br /> <br />Winter <br />Its barren life no more <br />But buried underground <br />Beats a life Mother Nature hordes <br /> <br />Then just when you think <br />There is no life no more <br />The cycle of life <br />Begins again once more <br />Were Mother Nature welcomes <br />Springtime once more<br /><br />Kaila George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-nature-67/
