Memories of sunny days;

wind wisping softly by.

Looking down onto the trees;

birds floating in the sky.

 

Greean pastures full of spirit; 

lively hooves run 'cross the ground.

Dark beauties gliding by with grace

fly by with pounding sounds.

 

Sun shining on the valley;

big, lazy clouds go by.

Watching them with wonder

Looking to the sky.

 

Flowers blooming quickly,

then fading with such speed.

Making room for winter

to come and spread its seed.

 

Frost covers summer's beauty

with still beauty of its own.

Father Winter breathes his chilly air

and covers all with snow.

 

Once all the white has melted

and Winter's time is spent, 

the process starts all over;

 green beauty reigns again.