Spring
The sun in the sky,
the wind on my cheek.
The grass and the bushes
scratching at my feet.
The mud between my toes,
the flowery smells
prying open my nose.
The birds in the sky,
the world is complete.
The prettiest sight
lying at my feet.
Fall
A floating abundance of fall
not only is the sunset red
a fiery disco globe
now with colors subdued.
birds are leaving
leaves are deceiving us
into believing they are dead
they are pretending to be pretty birds
uprising from a plush bed
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