Seasons by Adalyn Raney

The ground is covered with a layer of cotton,

Though this type of cotton is icy

And cold.

It melts on your tongue as it falls from the sky,

And makes you wish for the warm July.

We tip our hats to the cold, white men,

Though we know they can’t respond.

We pass by the angels

Who lay on the ground.

And we have these joys,

Until the sun peeks out

From behind it’s cotton cloud,

And all our fun begins to disappear.

The men no longer tip their hats,

And the angels go back to the clouds,

And green begins to appear.

In the trees to on the ground,

Green slowly appears.

Then the green turns to pink,

Blushing with colors and cheer.

The trees blush until the weather is too hot,

And bees hover around.

Fierce bolts of fire

Burn down some of the trees,

And beetles take care of some others

Until the time when they loose their leaves,

Because of fright,

At the sight of jack o lanterns.

 The world is now full of red, orange, yellow and brown,

And crunchy leaves cover the ground,

And all around you can see,

Goblins, Witches, Ghosts galore!

And then comes a time to yell,

Trick or Treat!

Soon people feast on a delicious variety,

Thankful for all they have.

As the wind gets colder,

And the days get shorter,

Cotton covers the world,

Again.