My Four Seasons Poem by Dyhanara Rios

Where will I go?
I really don't know.
Hey, clouds are passing by,
In that great turquoise sky.
I'll stop to smell the flowers,
To find myself there for hours.
When I feel the spring breeze,
All the world seems to freeze.

Where will they go?
Summer vacation, I know!
For a while, you said, you'll be gone,
But I won't move on, above, or beyond.
As the oceans of my mind reflect the sky,
I think of the last time we said good-bye.

Where will we go?
Its autumn, you know!
The school bell will ring,
And you're there, waiting for me.
I'll forever be searching for peace -
Where willows weep and shadows sleep.
I always fear that I'll be lost here,
But fear can erode, as I now know.

Where will you go?
The snow is not that cold,
Time is moving fast,
And this weather won't last.
These are the coldest days of them all,
The rain might freeze, but snow won't fall.
The branches of fall have begun to fray,
And I'm looking forward to this holiday!
Suddenly, the sky turned gray,
And this winter day,
Which had been bitter and chill,
Grew soft and still.
Too tired to care, I head for bed.
Midnight approaches, the day is dead.
Wrapped around in a blanket so soft,
It brings back memories,
Of you and the seasons,
That will never be lost.