Seasons

I wrote this poem about the seasons of Boise.

The sun is out
The breeze blows
It rains to help the flowers grow

The sun is shining
No more wind
School is out; Swimming's in

Windy now
Leaves are turning
School is in and kids are learning

Snowflakes flurry
Birds fly away
Children run, laugh, and play

Seasons change
They come and go
And what will happen noone knows

One thing stays
Remains intact
Love is eternal and that's a fact