In the south leaves will burst to green
Flowers start to bloom
September brings a magical sheen
Unlike the hot summer doom
Flower buds start to form
Precious beauty they wil hold
But only shortly as is the norm
Before summer comes with heat untold
But precious things wil never last
Stil nature gives it all she has
September left with spring too fast
Allowing summer to burn her grass
Spring still stays a beauty of her own
Magic in every corner she's shown
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Poetrysome random poems mostly for competitions sometimes just for fun and 'cause I'm bored easily
