Winter

Sorrow of a passing season,
Beautiful birds take to the sky.
Birds fly so far in their cluster's,
Which have no question's of where and why.

Seasons change with little warning,
As the leaves fall form the trees.
When the fall turns to snowflake weather,
You can feel the winter breeze.

All the freedom of the wild animals,
Soon to be shut away.
Spend their summer's gathering food,
To save for the cold winter's day.

Their lives will be put on hold,
While the cold months are near.
Sleeping in their warm cozy homes,
Until Spring time is here.

-Melissa Foutch-
9/23/1998