Four Seasons

Four Seasons

by Jeffrey Schauermann

The seed is cradled high,

Cradled in the sky,

Fallen to the ground,

Never to be found.

The thee grows tall,

And loses leaves in fall,

The snow makes big leaps,

And ends in big heaps.

It's time for spring,

And leaves turn green,

The boy has fun,

In the hot sun.