The summer must leave,
An annual battle
It is not nice and yellow
When winter says hello
The fight is bitter
Never sweet
And so before the winter rises
The sun sets fire to all his prizes
The leaves bloody, burnt, and dead.
The birds leaving-
"Maybe they like to sweet"
They fallow mother without much dread.
The evergreen is real darn faithful
He bows his head to show he is able
Summer fails to leave him labeled
For that (which the winter paid)
She snaps her fingers and the water awakens
"Be careful or I shall flood the nations"
He obeys for he is amazed
"destructive, what a beauty.
Summer, oh, you're such a cutie."
She takes her place, sits right in the center.
That is her land, the one he cannot enter.
She looks at the kingdom gracefully,
until she is bored of its scenery.
And now the ice melts so peacefully.
"I swear he's probably into me."
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Author:
Rosie904 (
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Comments2
Tribute to the beauty and destructive powers of Mother Nature.
Thank you 😊😊
Great write
Thanks ^^
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