The Four Seasons

[JWHooper]

SPRING.
Look at the butterflies flying high,
Brilliant and cool . . . of course, sunshine will rise!
Well, baby bears are about to come out to smell the waters,
Farmer is about to get ready for some seeds,
Snow is already melted like a seed would from a farmer's genius,
Hmm . . . We can always ask why the butterflies will never eat the seeds.

SUMMER.
Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine!
What a great day to look through the brilliant light,
When then hottest season is here but might,
Why would then the trees sleep at night,
Where farmers eat the watermelons with shine,
Yes! The beach is with the water with needless salt,
Sugar! Salt! Yes, but regardless brilliant of eating smart.

AUTUMN.
Oh, the sunshine is running away!
Time to write some poetry . . . with talent of coolness approach,
Well . . . you know when Shakespeare says, "I love you, my Hamlet",
Hamlet with full of love and paper and ice cream,
Snowman is not here yet, but soon.
Vivaldi the musician is writing poetry with his violin,
He is a Shakespeare fan, therefore autumn!

WINTER.
Chinese!
Cold, freezing snowman's house is full of ice,
Snowman is curious where is all the poetry,
Therefore!
Time has come to find out the answer to there,
Where the answer is too cold with poetry,
Talent!