The Seasons of The Sun
I first learned about the Sun when I
was young.
He rose in the morning before I left
bed
And then crossed from the mountains.
In the evening he dove into the
ocean
And made way for his wife; Misses
moon.
Then I learned about his four
seasons.
I love Summer best when he’s very
warm
And shows his face above me longer.
Sometimes I think he’s angry because
He turns my skin red and I need a
lot of water,
Along comes Fall; he begins to come
later and stay less.
He lets me get my water by sending
it in showers.
As time marches on he makes the rain
much colder
A clear signal that it’s time for
winter
He’s not around very long and hides
behind clouds
Rain turns to snow that shines when
peeks from behind clouds
I also have to wear some pretty
heavy clothes
He takes no responsibility for
keeping me warm
At the end of that comes my favorite
holiday
Then he comes back, warming up, but
still with rain
An artist created a song about April
showers
He signals to the flowers that it’s
time grow.
We gain three minutes of daylight
each day,
And I count the hours till the
return of summer.
