The Turn of the Seasons

Sunny days, scorching heat, a fruit bonanza
Under cloudless blue skies, me and you
Make our way through the days, coated in sweat
Misty days, turning leaves, me and you
Eagerly await pumpkins and turkeys in the classroom
Running home with hats and coats on

Warm inside but frigid outdoors
Icicles clinging to the rooftop
Nothing to do but watch the snow pour
Then it melts and you and I
Emerge like a butterfly from its cocoon
Rising with the warmer days, again long