Seasons

When I'm gone,
Spring will arrive.
I'll be back.
I'll still be alive.

I'm just so cold.
Getting everyone sick.
I want to be spring.
And make things stick

I have three months
Just like the rest.
But it isn't so fair.
I want it to be the best.

You know how hard it,
Trying to stay cold.
Knowing when snow will come.
Or when Christmas turned old.

I have to make it right.
When to come,
And when to go.
hearing where I came from

I just can't answer.
Any questions they ask.
I want to be hot.
I'm tired of seasons task.