Traveling Through the Years



In the spring

The flowers all bloom

In wonderful colors,

Like last year.


In the summer

I think about the endless

Days and the best of friends,

Like last year.


In the fall

I see the leaves fall

And can’t wait to jump in,

Like last year.


In the winter

I think about the deer

And how cold they must be,

Like last year.


I am the only one.


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