Nothing they say can be Perfect
With this I must Disagree.
For many things around
Us Are perfect I Believe.

The sunrise in the Morning
As a new dawns about to Break.
Birds singing in the tree
Tops As nature slowly Awakes.

Those golden leaves of Autumn
A season I truly Adore.
Spring and summer Flowers
Who could ask for More.

Winter with its stark Reminder
Warning hibernating...