© Jeanne E. Webster
Gentle rains sprinkled their drops
Upon your seeds of infancy.
You burst forth in perfect rapture
Richly garnished with velvet greens.
Rays of sun soothed your bosom;
You glistened with vibrant displays.
Mature and strong were your gestures,
Justifying your chosen plan.
Rustling in with cool dry breezes
Autumn disturbed your finest glory,
Fading away your majestic beauty,
Leaving you aged, crinkly and grey.
Abruptly entered cold harsh winter
Embellishing the role you played.
Swathing you in pure white finery
For services rendered…
Such are the seasons and I.