Changes

Through the seasons we'll drift, For the months roll on by, Nature's a picture, So pleasing to the eye, Autumn will come, And the once green leaves, Turn to golden reminders, On fine sturdy trees. Nights will draw in, Fires will glow, So cosy we'll be, And the cocoa will flow. Soon to be winter, Snow will then fall, Children will play, They'll have a ball, Building a snowman, Having much fun, Forgetting those summers, Of days in the sun. Seasons change quickly, Years go by fast, Memories are made, Memories that last. Jayne Louise Davies