Seasonal Changes

• Sebastian Richardson, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

Its and escape, a runaway for the mind.
All thoughts are lost, but all perspective is gained.
You walk through the garden, with grass between your toes,
Realising there’s not a single petal stained.

I take a deep breath to enjoy the fresh air,
Only to notice a cold stinging sensation.
Winter had arrived,
As the world moved on to its new season station.

I surveyed the lands around me,
To see a decaying garden.
Flower petals would fall, gliding to their tomb,
While brown veins would grow on leaves as they harden

Branches on tree were now officially stripped bare,
With the ground losing its protection of shade.
But it would only cost time until the new season came,
As this garden shall one day become the location of a romantic serenade.