The Seasons of My Earth

The seasons of the earth put into poetry because they deserve a little praise.


1. Summer


Summer, summer. 

The trees swaying in the warm, sweetly smelling breeze.

The bright blue sky with a wisp of lonely cloud floating above.

The sun, burning big and bright, but like any good thing, it can hurt, leaving peeled, damaged red skin. 

The beautiful, comically bright flowers in full bloom and sharing their sweet perfume.

The Beaches full of bodies slowly turning brown and children splashing in the crystal clear water.

This is summer, warm and bright and comforting, the season of perfect holidays.   

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