Poem – Seasons – Expressions of our Mother Nature.
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Seasons, seasons this is the way, Nature express its own self
Summer, the fall, winter and the spring, the four faces of our mother nature.
The wind is hot; the sun too bright, earth has become a big hotplate,
Sand storms whirling everywhere, drought has dried out all the lands.
Walking becomes hard and tough, where is the trees, I need a shade.
Sweating dries my body out. Oh! Where is a stream, I need some water.
Hot has gone and the fall has come, what a relief it give to our minds.
Playgrounds become live in action; going to school is not at all draining.
Trees have started shedding their leaves, getting ready for their new costumes.
Here is the time the harvests starts, which fills our tables with fruits and juices.
Freezing and chill is the air outside, my hands has gone stiff and tight.
Snow has made the earth full white; looks like it wears a white blanket.
Shivering on our little couch, me and my kitty has become frost.
It’s too cold my dear mama; I need that little warmth hidden in you!
Land is all green and full of flowers; it looks like a painting with different colors.
Sides of the roads seem decorated; my backyard has become a heaven on the earth.
Flowers are filled with sweet nectar, making bees and butterflies flying in busy,
Humming bird is struggling to get some honey, as flowers can’t stop their dancing in joy.
Beyond the horizon, beneath the sea bed, she keeps her secrets hidden behind,
And makes these seasons ready for us, that we all can feel her Omni presence.
Beauty like this I never have felt, it brings my mind to the present moment,
It fills my life with joy and delight, Thank you Mother Nature I love you so much!
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