The Four Seasons
1
Infants cry out to be woken
On the first morning of spring
Can they see a pansy growing?
Can they hear a cuckoo sing?
It’s the season of beginnings
And perhaps a golden age
Assisted by MrsTradition
And hopefully Mr Sage
Each new season is glad to be
A part of life’s green synergy
How fabulous this is
Ortherwise we might emulate
The entropy of war and hate
Leading to the abyss
2
The summer is by comparison
A time when youth arrives at last
A chance to step out in the world
Designed to mold or flabbergast
Yet naturally change must come
From both the young and elderly
Combining wisdom with a vision
And good values especially
Each new season is glad to be
A part of life’s green synergy
How fabulous this is
Ortherwise we might emulate
The entropy of war and hate
Leading to the abyss
3
Autumn creeps upon us slowly
With large letters on the page
As the harvest is celebrated
And ferried in a metal cage
To the usual profit makers
The architects of “user’s pay”
Supported by the super wealthy
Where the power belongs today
Each new season is glad to be
A part of life’s green synergy
How fabulous this is
Ortherwise we might emulate
The entropy of war and hate
Leading to the abyss
4
Cold winter in this age of
progress
Creates more hardship every year
With homelessness a new reality
And the utilities extremely dear
Yet still jet planes fly overseas
Permission granted I do believe
To reconstruct the world below
In line with liberal democracy
Each new season is glad to be
A part of life’s green synergy
How fabulous this is
Ortherwise we might emulate
The entropy of war and hate
Leading to the abyss
The End
© Frankie Espirit
I have edited this item and hopefully it has now arrived where I would like it to be but no promises naturally.
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