The Shifting of Seasons

The Shifting of Seasons

Emmalee Waite

In the summer, long are the days.

The trees are covered with green leaves.

The grass is green.

A peacock—her symbolized animal.

And with the long days come short nights.

The children laughing, having fun.

In fall, the colors are fun!

Fall has even days,

And even nights.

Red, orange, yellow paint the leaves.

A tiger—her animal.

The trees losing their green.

In winter, there is no green.

Children in the snow, making fun.

Eagerly awaiting her reindeer, her preferred animal,

Shortened days,

With the snowy floor hiding leaves,

And, according to the sky, lengthened nights.

But the spring shortens the nights,

Renewing green,

Growing leaves.

Flowers, bees, and butterflies may be fun,

But only during the days,

After which her dragon plays—her favorite animal.

But without the animals,

Without the change in nights,

Without the change in days,

Without the change in the greens,

Would we still have fun?

Would we still play in the leaves?

But without the leaves,

Without their friends, the animals,

Would there be things to make fun?

Without the night,

Without the green,

Would we still have days?

The days change; so do the leaves.

The green comes and goes, reflecting the season’s animals.

The night fluctuates; these changes are what make life fun.