In the autumn light aglow,
Life it fadeth, that we know,
Changes colour, green, red, brown,
To be buried underground.
Winter cometh, snow abounds,
Little ones burrow and sleep a-sound,
Know not they what is above,
New life forming, filled with love.
Then the springtime, it doth come,
Nature stirreth, to find blushing mum,
Beauty and colour, freshness and shy,
Some are born, some to die.
Summer radiates its beautiful heat,
The endless skies and clouds do meet,
Fruit it ripens, harvests sway,
Now and tomorrow, another day.
© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth