The Seasons..

I am sandwiched between two giants, Who have extremely fierce and calm clime, The pores are closed when one is around, The pores sprout as the sprinklers to create pond, When another one expose itself throughout the noon, I can’t move either side to feel the warmth and the cold, The hushing of silvery water from the falls, The running of escaped rain from the land, The flowing of crispy and humid air from the head, The blooming of flowers and shedding of leaves, From the greens, the hatching of cute parrots in the nests, The eggs of crustaceans are buried in the beach sand, Paddy and wheat field holes, the whistling of misplaced, Winds to the drums, plenty of grain and the nuts, In the barn, when I am sandwiched between two giants, Who have unpredictable characters as their traits, These two have never met even once during their tryst, When the human are arrested and released from their homes, Barrels of wine and beer in the shelves gone, When these two giants arrive at their threshold, Hearing of the fizzy sound from the bottles, Roasting of meat in the barbeque pits, The chattering of kids and women are alike, When men make merry in their back yard, The pool of water either frozen or welcoming in the ocean These two giants rule in the opposite side of the earth.