• The seasons pass by in a slow,yet odd way.The year starts with a bittery cold Winter.The snow falls in a silent calming motion.The Fall brings small winds that blows all the leaves of the trees.As they swoop along the ground,the tiny ends make a soft bristling sound.Now comes Spring,where all the flowers bloom.Plus the smell of the yard after it rains brings joy to everybody.Last but not least,Summer.The water that we splash in is cool and refreashing.And the freedom of no school makes it all the worth while.THat ends my poem,about the seasons passing by.I hoped you liked it,because it took me a while. wink 4laugh