Seasons

The Snowflakes falling down,

Making a blanket of white on the ground.

Leafless trees having no shade,

And the rays of the Sun fade.

Trees laden with red and gold leaves,

Fall on the ground due to soft breeze.

As the buzzing bees throughout wander,

Where do they go I wonder?

The great acacias lean,

And leaves are growing green.

Flowers full of sweet scents,

Spread over an extent.

Field full of singing songs,

All the petals swing.

As the birds sweetly sung,

The orchards spangles hung.

As I go through these scenes,

My heart melts to see these.

I wish I was a season,

Standing in a corner with full gle