The Changing Seasons Poem by Asim Baadshah

Spring brings blooms, and summer's cheer,
Sunlight lingers far and near.
Autumn chills the dusky air,
Each season marks a passing year.

Petals wake in April's song,
Birds return where they belong.
Bees begin their golden flight,
Dancing through the sunlit light.

Sun-kissed skies in June's embrace,
Children run in open space.
Soft winds stir the dancing grain,
Thunder rolls, then comes the rain.

Autumn paints with bold desire,
Clothing trees in red and fire.
Crisp the breeze that shakes the vine,
Fruits hang ripe on branch and spine.

Winter wraps the world in white,
Stars burn cold with silver light.
Fireplaces crackle bright and warm,
Homes made safe from snow and storm.

~Asim Baadshah