The Passing of the Year

The days are quickly passing, as the year proceeds along,
Moving on to springtime, from winter's dismal song;
The nights are getting shorter now that April has arrived,
And it is several weeks now since the temperature last dived
To levels that would indicate in tones both loud and clear,
That though the days were passing winter weather was still here.
The gentle sun of springtime, with the usual springtime showers,
Brings forth in woodlands everywhere the bursting out of flowers.
Come June and spring stands back once more, making way to greet
The coming of the summer, with humidity and heat.
The grassy fields turn dry and brown; they suffer from lack of rain,
Until the autumn showers appear to quench their thirst again.
Autumn is a time of change, most trees then shed their leaves;
Helped by many an autumn gale which through their branches weaves.
Then autumn turns to winter, with its cold and ice and snow,
A time for hibernation, when most things cease to grow,
Until again the springtime comes,and with it all the earth
With joy looks forward once again to all it brings to birth.