Four Seasons of Trees

In the Fall, when Summer ends,
The trees begin to bloom.
Reds, orange, yellow, brown,
They all come out and
Tumble down.

In the Fall, when Summer ends,
When Winter's near its season,
The cool winds blow through the leaves,
With little rhyme nor reason.

In the Winter, when it's cold,
The trees stand bare and thin,
Waiting Spring's wondrous birth,
Once again the leaves do win.

In the Spring, when buds awake,
Birds do sing, for Nature's sake.
Happy that the Winter's gone,
Birth the process, very strong.

In the Summer, rich with green,
Many birds begin to preen,
Hot long days - long for Fall,
Yearly seasons - Cycles all.