Seasons

by blissfulbearje   Oct 28, 2005


Bunnies hopping, birds singing,
From the fields comes a new beginning.

Sun shining, waves crashing,
At the beach children are playing.

Wind blowing, leaves dropping,
In the forest owls peeping.

Clouds coming, snow falling,
In the mountains all is hiding.

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