IT'S JUST A SEASON

The wind blows
The leaves go
Spinning in a circle
As if in a race
But neither one of them wins
What they trying to prove
It is only the wind that makes them move
Bare trees looking down
Sing songs of wow to the brown grass
But in the sky are signs of hope
With bright clouds looking by
It is only for a season
Growth is the reason
Life will take a rest
To return in zest
I'm waiting for the springtime
I'm dreaming of soft grass
and shade trees
Flowers blowing perfume in the wind
A stream with a fishing pond
With plenty for all to eat

By: Roger Harkness

 
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