Post by Ravik on Sept 24, 2006 4:11:48 GMT -5
I made this one a little less than a year ago, it took maybe 5 minutes, but it was a fun one to write. here it is:
Time of the seasons
Indeed I can see the time has passed.
Leaves have grown bright green, beaming their glory across the land,
Enriching our souls with life.
'Tis true that the plants themselves bring us joy,
watching them,
day in,
and day out,
growing taller,
growing fuller,
the sun has given it's glory through the trees and grass themselves,
with an everlasting glory.
Ah, but the time has past,
the seasons must die off for yet another year,
the season of green and glistening glory have tired,
and now it is time for the growth to retire,
we may all agree,
that fall must awaken yet again,
to bring a new smile to our excited faces.
New colors reach the glory of those once green leaves upon the maple tree over yonder,
a hint of orange, yellow, and red,
now drop onto the still green grass and brown dirt,
below the massive maple tree,
the pines laugh with the ever-green needles,
the shrubs have taken a form of a shriveled bush,
just waiting for the next signs of spring.
The wind has begun to blow,
the colorful leaves from all around begin to flow around,
this wind has a chill,
the sky no longer has that brilliant blue tint high above in the everlasting air,
but a shade of grey now looms above,
the sound of a thunderous clack of lightning bellows out of the clouds,
letting the drops of purifying rain to the Earth below.
Grab your coats,
and start the fires,
the seasons of calm,
peaceful days are upon us,
The seasons to relax,
and look forward to the next Spring,
the trees know so as they grow bare and show no life,
waiting,
for that clarifying glow from the sun to come again when the snow melts.
Relax,
those cold days of watching the air you breath turn to fog will not last forever,
Spring promises to return another day,
Just as it always has.
Time of the seasons
Indeed I can see the time has passed.
Leaves have grown bright green, beaming their glory across the land,
Enriching our souls with life.
'Tis true that the plants themselves bring us joy,
watching them,
day in,
and day out,
growing taller,
growing fuller,
the sun has given it's glory through the trees and grass themselves,
with an everlasting glory.
Ah, but the time has past,
the seasons must die off for yet another year,
the season of green and glistening glory have tired,
and now it is time for the growth to retire,
we may all agree,
that fall must awaken yet again,
to bring a new smile to our excited faces.
New colors reach the glory of those once green leaves upon the maple tree over yonder,
a hint of orange, yellow, and red,
now drop onto the still green grass and brown dirt,
below the massive maple tree,
the pines laugh with the ever-green needles,
the shrubs have taken a form of a shriveled bush,
just waiting for the next signs of spring.
The wind has begun to blow,
the colorful leaves from all around begin to flow around,
this wind has a chill,
the sky no longer has that brilliant blue tint high above in the everlasting air,
but a shade of grey now looms above,
the sound of a thunderous clack of lightning bellows out of the clouds,
letting the drops of purifying rain to the Earth below.
Grab your coats,
and start the fires,
the seasons of calm,
peaceful days are upon us,
The seasons to relax,
and look forward to the next Spring,
the trees know so as they grow bare and show no life,
waiting,
for that clarifying glow from the sun to come again when the snow melts.
Relax,
those cold days of watching the air you breath turn to fog will not last forever,
Spring promises to return another day,
Just as it always has.
