The dark of day, the swaying trees
The swirling leaves that please,
The grey rolling clouds persist
We shall have rain and autumn mist.
Winter icicles, patterns of snow
On window panes all aglow,
Robin red breast is a pure delight
Fire gives warmth on this cold night.
Blue of skies, tis spring once more
Open windows, open door,
Clean of fresh air taken to breathe
Lawns to cut, beautiful flowers to recieve.
Baby lambs bounce with health and vigour
In fields of greenery as they grow bigger,
Wild flowers, butterfly, bees and bird
Complete this magnificent picture without a word.
And so to summer beautiful and bright
Cutting of corn and barley what a wonderful sight,
The swaying of the mighty oak in tune
Completes a brilliant postcard afternoon.
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