Seasons

I looked for the sun but it couldn’t get through
Grey clouds above blocked out its view
To color the fields green for the start of the year
Now spring is approaching, I feel it draw near
The warmth is replacing the cold
The small ones awake from the winter’s cold break
Feeling so bold
The sun’s golden shadows they lent from the day
It’s harvesting time as I walk through the fields
The skies of the winter, the summer has killed
Now summer is gone, left not a word
The dark nights quickly draw on
The wind blows the trees bare of their leaves
Winter’s begun