Seasons

All year round the trees’ leaves dance like fingers.

In summer,

lorikeets paint the sky rainbow,

the sun beams down at you like a heater.

In autumn,

leaves crunch in a bunch under my feet,

falling from skyscraper trees.

Leaves brown from the summer sun.

In winter,

the cold has come,

the animals retreat to their homes

and disappear.

And all year long, the trees are growing, and the winds are blowing.