The Mother and Father of Seasons
When Spring arrives
The Mother and Father of Seasons awake
Their hair sprinkled with ready leaves from trees,
Their eyes as purple as lilies.
They with their flowing robes, which were covered with newly-blossomed flowers, call the rest of the world alive.
As their skin turns pink like roses,
The whole world is finally awake.
Summer marches into town,
And the Mother and Father of Seasons are busy painting the sky soft blue and the sun burning red.
Their hair is covered in sand and at the top stands with pride a crown of seashells,
Their eyes red as the sun.
The heat has set their long robes ablaze.
They with their swift swimming, steadily herd the fish in the ocean.
And as their skin goes blue like the cool waves,
The whole world burns infront of the laughing sun.
As Autumn suddenly awakes,
The Mother and Father of Seasons,
Dress in the leaves of the naked trees.
Their hair is covered in raindrops from different places around the globe,
Their eyes as yellow as the newly-fallen leaves.
Their streaming robes, become waves of wind.
And the thoughtful breeze carried them from North to South and from East to West.
They helped the animals and the rest of the world,
To prepare for the arrival of Winter.
And as their skin goes brown like the fallen leaves,
The first signs of Winter start to show up.
Winter enters the world once more,
And the Mother and Father of Seasons,
Places the world to sleep.
Their hair gows as white as snow,
And their eyes as white as the ocasional clouds.
Their robes are dark are dark like the wintry sky but covered in fluff like hail.
Their skin turns as black as the sky.
And they finally fall asleep with the rest of the world,
Only to awake again in Winter.
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The Mother and Father of Seasons
PoetryThis is a poem based on a poem we are reading in class.
