The Season Loop

“I was tricked!” screamed the tree

As the wind squealed and screamed,

Dragging its new leaves in an unseen bag

He scattered the lot and soon forgot

About the Beech screaming bloody murder behind.

And onto the next, to plunder and vex the great big Oaks,

And the Aspens and especially the Maples

And old Mr. Wind  swept up his collection and got out his paint.

It was a nice clear solution, and he spread it on the cowering leaves backs.

And they turned rusty red and burnt orange and sad

And eventually crumbled to dust.

And that was was when Wind began to laugh and spin

And raged the whole world over

But when Summer’s rays, broke through the haze,

It started all over again.



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