Seasons

Will miss you, cool! Miss you winter,

Why you gone snow and cool sprinter,

Earth became a naked cause of you,

Sun is becoming a wicked cause of you.

Though we’ll miss a lot but, glad anyway,

Because after you coming springs day,

For this reason, memories flooded away,

There were little chicks and goats someway.

Everything enjoys, and wants to mate,

All-around greenery, as like grassy carpet,

Flowers are blooming look such a sweet,

Flourish garden, handsome spider butterfly cute.

Blazing fresh air, everybody feels young,

Going high and high, feel the power of the sun,

Lush fields of wheat sound shun shun

Adenium, snowdrop so soft like a bun.

The sweet fragrance of soil spread everywhere,

Old, adult, and young all are a flare,

Good-bye winter, welcome summer dear,

But you should wait until spring fair.