Just like the changes present in age
The child that crawls, grows to be paid wage
That's how the seasons switch and change
It's something to see but it's rather strange.

The order of the seasons in a row,
Spring, Summer, Autumn (Fall) ,Winter ( and that's snow!)
The sparkle, a silver glow
It's seen below.

Spring comes rather too soon
With lots of phases of the moon.
Life awakens and sneezes before she further blooms
On a day flowers see no gloom.

Going on and on is summer time
She's classy, popular, she's mine!
The best type of season to dine
( I didn't think that will rhyme!)

You think of autumn and many spell it wrong
It's an ‘M’ before an ‘N’( it's not an alphabet song!)
She's bored, she's lazy and her face long
Someone might think we get along!

Pity on whoever stays in sight
Deep into a winter night.
Silver, snowy, grey or white
Whatever you call it, is okay, it's all right.

All seasons beautiful and fine
They all come and go at the right time.
It teaches us that whatever happens in youth or prime
Reveals itself with time.

Everything's temporary and will surely pass
It might take long(don't look every minute at the time glass!)
I hope I wrote something of your class
This poem was written by your favorite ‘lass’

© Nancy Nzebuka