© Jeanne E. Webster. All rights reserved
Gentle rains sprinkled their drops
Upon your seeds of infancy;
You burst forth in innocent rapture
Richly adorned with velvet greens.
Warm rays of sunshine soothed your bosom;
You sparkled with bright colorful displays.
Mature and strong were your gestures,
Fulfilling your designated plan.
Rustling in with cool, dry breezes
Autumn interrupted your attempt at glory,
Fading away your majestic beauty,
Leaving you stooped, wrinkled and grey.
Abruptly entered cold, harsh winter,
Drawing to a close the role you played,
Blanketing you in pure, white finery
Such are the seasons and I.