Seasons
A lonely day, the rain is falling,
The rivers flowing, the ocean calling,
The sun is setting, daylight waning,
Beyond the damp, springtime painting,
The sun is high, children playing,
By the lake, water spraying,
They lie outside, beneath nighttime sky,
The gentle breeze, of a mid-July,
The grass is green, the leaves are gold,
A remarkable sight, indeed, to behold,
Upward glances, a harvest moon,
The band sits playing, an autumn’s tune,
A freshly fallen, shroud of snow,
Promising a new year’s hope, hidden below,
Sleigh bells ring, with blissful delight,
A winter’s scene, a winter’s night,
But the seasons pass, and the seasons go,
The seasons roll, and the seasons flow,
And although the years, may swift pass by,
I’ll always love you, and that won’t die.
This message has been edited by WondersmithWest from IP address 205.206.129.48 on Nov 23, 2003 2:45 PM
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