Summer, by Anna Shillinglaw

So into the cool water I dove.
The moon shines as bright as a spotlight,
So I can dance throughout the night.
In a storm the thunder sounds like a giant's tread,
So I always curl up in my cozy bed.
Summer rain is a sweet sprinkle,
When it falls it makes the flowers twinkle.
The summer breeze is a rolling wave,
Sharing the sweet scent that the flowers gave.
Spring, by Lillian Knoll

Against a tree I shall lean.
The birds fly by and by.
And I want to ask why.]
The flowers so sweet.
A bumble bee to meet.
What is this amazing thing?
It's spring.
Spring Returns, by Tomi Bestul

Like a thankful sigh,
Spring tries to come in with a please.
But Winter not ready to say goodbye,
Shuts the door with a cold, windy freeze.
Making Spring begin then to cry.
The tears of Spring form a gentle rain,
That melts the snow of Winter's heart.
Winter loses his grip on his long, cold reign,
And Spring brings out her art.
Art that refreshes colors faint from Winter's blinding refrain.
And finally, Winter will depart.
