Cycle

Snowflakes fall
And cover the ground
Children squeal
And throw snowballs all around

A light warm breeze 
Pulls spring into the lands
And it brings flowers 
And couples holding hands

And as the beez go buzz away
Summer gets closer every day
Until it finally reaches 
And with it childrens happy screeches

Then atumn comes 
And paints the trees
In lovely shades of yellow and red

But then they wither
And fall to the ground 
As winter comes 
And kills them all.

~staybomb

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