Seasons - Alexandrine

D David Wood David Wood
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Spring we started planting, after tilling the ground Summer’s blissful weather, nature’s beauties resound Tiny seedlings hatching, now grow towards the sun Growing ever skyward, their growing nearly done Summer’s growing season, its sights and smells and sound Nature’s blessed harvest, brought in from all around Autumn’s pleasant bounty, gathered from all the fields Over until next year, winter’s coldness soon yields. Nature has done her best, she has given her all Coming hibernation, at the end of the fall Wearily now waiting, knowing winter’s approach Nature starts to wind down, at winters rude encroach Now the ground is icy, snow drifting in the hedge Waiting for the springtime, to cut winter’s cruel edge Shortened daylight hours, winter’s darkest shadows Slowly daylight lengthens, springtime surely follows.

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