With every season theres you

when the waters freeze over, and the trees die out, when the birds fly south, and the days grow short, you remain beautiful, like a summer time resort. when the grass turns green, and the snow melts away, when the birds all sing, and the cubs all play, you remain a true delight, to my rosemary sight. when the bees come out, and the sun stays about, when pools open up and the kids fall inlove you remain captivating, like that movie we watched last night. when the leaves turn orange, and the flys become hoards, when the wind blows around, and the ants pick at the ground you remain astonishly divine, in the sweet autumn sky.