The seasons come, the seasons go,
with snow they fall and wind they blow.
The seasons can be mysterious, bright,
the seasons can be dull and light.
The seasons change and break away,
the seasons last throughout the days.
The seasons live, the seasons breathe,
they pour the rain and blow the leaves.
The seasons have a peaceful charm,
the seasons come without any harm.
The seasons are my one true love,
the seasons with fun are filled of.
Created: Aug 12, 2010Document Media