By Melina E. King
Seasons going by So quickly they are Please don’t cry
Winter keepin me inside
For I don’t want to catch that awfulness
Which makes me be at bedside
But don’t worry because of Spring Washin that sickness away Flowers and pollen it will bring
Summer brings warmth and popsicles all around
Outside all day I am Heatstroke we have are bound
Autumn making the temperature and leaves fall
Time for school
But for as long as we can we stall
After that we continue the cycle
Because it’s what we do
In which our feelings for it will always recycle
Seasons go by
Faster than the speed of light
So please don’t cry
