Life~

When Spring has sprung,

The earth is young,

And life begins anew.

Air fresh and pure;

Delicate and demure,

Flowers graced with dew.

Then Summer moves in,

Earth matures then,

The sky a vibrant blue.

Rich green foliage full,

Playful breezes pull,

Fireworks, fireflies, never few.

But as Autumn arrives,

Earth heaves a sigh,

Looks back at days that flew.

Now wise and knowing,

Chill winds blowing

Colored leaves swept askew.

At last Winter takes hold,

Earth's bones grow old,

To fall asleep- she wants to.

She grows gray and cold,

Tucked neath a blanket of snow,

This day would come, she knew.

And so, as a child grows,

Matures, learns, and knows,

So the Earth does, too.

In an endless circle of 

Life, death, and love,

She warns us our days are few.

© Hannah Scarlett 2012