Wattle In Seasons

Oh, wonderful Spring,
you are the most generous season of them all,
every time you come around my golden tips squeal with excitement,
warm, refreshing and exciting,
oh, Spring you are the life of my flowers.
Oh, dreadful Summer,
every time your bright beams shine onto my precious yellow pearls they burn them to a crisp,
the lack of rain that you bring makes me scream for life,
boiling, life-taking and waterless,
oh, Summer the raise of your heart make me weak.
Oh, irritating Autumn, 
you make my precious flowers bare,
every time you visit my dusty yellow buds tremble with fear,
leaf stealing, freezing and dull,
oh Autumn you leave me lonely in the Winter.
Oh, hurtful Winter,
every time you come my popcorn-like flowers get frostbite,
my emerald leaves slouch when a tiny snowflake drenches them,
gloomy, harmful and spine chilling,
oh Winter you are a nightmare waiting to happen.