The Everchanging Worlds
By: Rhea Agrawal
From Mother Nature we see,
Four different worlds with glee.
Crisp, icy air on a winter’s day,
With a snowstorm on its way.
The blooming buds that spring shall bring,
With the flapping of a robin’s wing.
The steaming summer sun hot on our backs,
As we forget all worries and try to relax.
Fall arrives with a pleasant breeze,
Blowing all the colored leaves.
Round and round the seasons change,
The transfer between two- another exchange.
Following years stay the same,
Until Mother Earth decides it is time for a new game.