Seasons of old.

The skies are blue, and the sun so bright, scorching days are long. make a summer just right, we take our long walks, in the cool of the night. And now the leaves fall, crisp to the ground, an array of colour, reds,oranges and brown, and in the flicker of flames, that we all gather round. Long cold dark nights, frost,ice and snow, heavy rains rush down, strong gusty winds blow, we wait impatiently, for frosty winter to go. Suddenly buds awaken, and gentle showers fall, with the blossoms on trees, they seem all the more tall, and so the birds arrive, bringing sunny chorus calls.