Four Seasons

From the harshness of a cruel Winter
Emerges the gentle breezes of Spring
Crocus peep their head to look about
In a tree I hear a Robin begin to sing

Beauty of the Earth is starting to show
Soon the lawns will be a pretty Green
Then White and Pink Dogwood bloom
Making the air smell so fresh and clean

Springtime is the Season I love the best
When it seems everything has come alive
As we hear the whirling lawn mower blades
We will know that Spring at last did arrive

God has made us four seasons each year
He did it to keep this world in harmony
There is a time to plant and time to grow
Time to harvest, and rest for you and me

copyright © 2013 By Acie