She has come and She has gone

Winter is the only time
That winter will ever make sense.
The rest of the time
The weather just isn't cold enough.

In summer when it rains,
The fruit trees soak up the water and flourish.
The produce grows bright and strong,
Reflecting back to us the energy of the sun.

Spring is always supposed to be happy,
When bears come out of hibernation.
But sometimes enjoyment is forgotten
When happiness requires all of our attention.

So it is in fall then,
When winter is truly appreciated.
Boring sites of beautiful colors
Tell us at last that the wait is now over.


Because: this.