Paul Fowler - Seasons

As I stroll through this park I see a wonderful scene,
Red, golden colours in the trees, they're no longer green,
The day can still be filled with bright sunshine,
This picturesque time of year that is autumn time.

I turn the corner and the leaves have all gone,
The day's been replaced by a cold, darker one,
There's sounds in the air of Christmas songs and rhyme,
Something to look forward to now that it's winter time.

Go round another corner and a breath of fresh air,
New shoots appearing and blossom everywhere,
Gardners get busy with planting and other things,
It's a hive of activity now that it's spring.

The park is now busy with people and flowers,
Enjoying their time now the sun lasts for hours,
Holidays planned, and activities with such cheer,
Can even watch cricket now that summer is here.

Paul Fowler

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