Seasons

Here's a new poem I wrote about the seasons. Enjoy and have a wonderful day!

The winter makes its mark on the ground,
Rolling through the hills and all around,
Gesturing everyone who sees,
And always touched by the fields and trees.

When with the spring comes warmth and sun,
The flowers making people run,
Bringing life to the ones who might,
Till the darkness sets and brings the night.

The summers rolls through very fast,
Forgetting the essence of the past,
But with the leaves there comes tomorrow,
Bringing fall and faces of sorrow.

In the fall the little ones go,
To the school they've grown to know,
But the day brings no pleasure,
Going to school is not a leisure.