Meadow Seasons

• Sylvie Loveys, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

Summer comes first in the green wide meadow
Where the trees burst with colour and the bird sings
The sun is hot and it casts on the ground a trees shadow
A butterfly zooms past flapping its decretive wings
Autumn comes next with a twist of chill
The leaves fall blanketing the ground in colour
A trickle of water ran down the hill
Compared to summer, autumn is duller
Then it is winter, the trees have gone bare
No leaves are left and the grass is icy
We make hot chocolate to share
Spring is now the flowers bloom
New blossoms make the air sweat
The grass is green in the meadow there is boundless room
That is the end, all seasons are done
But I love them all when they shine with sun