The Year's Oscillate

You run your finger along the crevasses of the ancient oak,

The sun is glistening through the lively sky as our precious World awoke,

The gleaming shine,

Truly divine,

The Earth is a treasured soul.

Brown orange flakes embellish the damp nature floor,

Fauna escapes into the pores,

Gentle autumn breeze,

As the Earth starts to freeze,

The Earth is a treasured soul.

Crystals of ice descend from the stratosphere,

The vague time of year,

Luminous snow,

The rough winds blow,

The Earth is a treasured soul. 

Blooming blossoms adorn the stark bare branches,

At last, Spring’s avalanche,

New life forming,

Beauty awakening,

The Earth is a treasured soul.