Clouds wandering in the open blue sky,
It is as if trying to hide.
The birds soaring through the air,
Brushing lightly upon my hair.
The breeze of the winter,
Splinters onto my face.
The blazing heat of the summer,
Tends to make it funner.
The colorful blossoms of the spring,
Fills me with the urge to yell out and sing.
The falling of leaves in the autumn,
Is as fast as a game of texas hold em.
The four seasons of the year,
Its reason yet so clear,
Ridding the world of all fears
The joy it sheds, brings me nearly to tears.
