A Look Inside of The Madness [Poems]

Seasons

Winter,

it's a nice season.

Cold and barren,

yes, but have

you seen the

ice on the trees?

Beautiful.

You hold me

tight through the

blizzards, then

we'll sled down

the great hills.

Landing in a

pile of snow

in a heap.

Spring,

it's alright. It

doesn't snow

and it heats up

a bit. The

flowers begin to

bloom, as do

the trees.

You hold me

through the

thunderstorms, then

we'll go splash

in puddles

and get all

wet.

Summer,

it's fine.

Too hot

for my taste.

The sun blazes

out from behind

the clouds.

You hold me through

the tornados, then

we'll go outside

and help

clean up

the damage from

the disaster.

Autumn,

my favorite.

The trees

turn oranges

and reds. The

leaves start

to crunch

beneath my feet.

You hold me

through it

all.

Day and night

any season,

I know you'll

be there.