Summertime exudes the brightness of the sun.
Blooms flowers; numerous colors different in tint.
The heat emits from the heat waves, makes eyes squint.
Until the pursuit of the dog days are done.
Then, arrives the winter, when the sun shelters its glow.
Leaves falling, running away from the oaks.
The artic breeze, causing people to wear cloaks.
As they ramble on the gloomy, dull, peaceful streets of snow.
Winter, when the cheerful mood of summer goes
Away and everything looses its spark.
When the sky alternates from bright blue to gray and dark.
Summer, when butterflies aviate and green leaves grow.
Winter, briskness and glee are what it clearly seems to lack.
Until the summer comes along again, briefly bringing it back.
2007-08-14
13:25:35
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