Seasons

• Hunter Metcalf, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

In Summer a blazing sun glistens
I feel it's heat on my face
It silently sits and shines
Yet moves to the horizon at its own pace

In Autumn the trees begin to die
Leaves turn to an orange-brown colour
The leaves sadly droop and fall of their branches
This makes the world a bit more duller

In Winter snow rains down
Mountains have icy white tops
Snowmen sit, gazing at the sky
And the temperature level drops

In Spring the flowers blissfully bloom
Fresh air blows in the breeze
The trees grow back their lush evergreen leaves
The flowers are pollinated by busy bees