Summer was gone too fast that year.
For two days straight it was cloudy and rainy
That caused all of the people (including me) to start crying
And when they woke the next day and saw the sun rise in a different sort of way
They knew that Summer was dying
The last of her warm rays fell in September
Painting the trees with a warm orange colour
For the people to have something of her to remember
Winter sent his wives
October, November, and December
To strip the trees of their painted leaves
And to cover the land in a blanket of freeze
Then January came himself
To chase away the mistletoe and the merry elves
Right after him came his brothers February and March
And to compliment came their half – sister April
To their discontentment came June proceeding May
No matter how hard they tried, the sisters would not go away
When Summer came back again
She embraced all with a sunlit kiss
And a warming rain
But before long
She was gone again
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100 Peices of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
