Seasons Four

Seasons Four

Spring, summer, autumn and winter
The floral spring, the sunny summer,
Cozy autumn and the forlorn winter.
Seasons four, for you and me.
 
For flowers in bloom
It is the spring that matters.
A few take to summer too.
Autumn and winter are not in their world.
 
Flowers in hues of orange and yellow,
Adorned the trees with ornate tiara.
Nature at its best but only for a while.
The flowers soon droop to sink to earth.
 
The earth now a flowery mosaic.
But gently the flowers are blown away.
Unsung into wilderness.
The floral rug soon disappears.
 
The honeybees would tell tales
Of flowers that lives but only for a day.
Seasons four, for you and me
But for the flower, it is just a day.
 
Flowers like friends are not forever.
The friendship cast in gold
Indispensable, but with time,
Dispensability is the theory bold.