Nature's Gift

When the air snaps cold

And the grass is not so tall

The leaves tumble and fold

And this is fall

When the days seem to shrink

All the trees are bare as can be

The wind makes the branches link

And no one can be found in the Icy Sea

And this is winter

When the atmosphere heats up

And skin starts to feel sticky

Cold water fills cups

And the magpies become picky

And this is spring

As the streets seem bare

Careful of the buckle on the car seat

bugs and flies start to fill the air

The sand so hot it'll burn your feet

And lastly, this is summer