Cycle of the Season’s


As I sit here, and look out my window, the snow is falling, and blankets the ground. The wind is blowing, without a sound. Icicles hang and cling to almost everything. Now don’t worry before too long, the Sun will come back around, to melt the snow, and make the green grass grow. Flowers will bloom, trees will blossom. A sweet aroma flows through the air, birds sing without a care. Now Autumn’s just around the corner, I feel the cool crisp air, and smell the sweetness in the air. The leaves of green are now yellow, orange, and red. What a beautiful sight, it won’t last too long. Now the breeze blows a bitter cold, and I know its here again, my old friend Winter.

– Jamie Whorton

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