Changing Seasons (a Poem)

Autumn comes and then is gone,
It's as short as the early morning dawn.
Time to harvest is at hand,
As golden color spreads across the land.
Everyone prepares for snow,
But do not despair; there's one thing to know.
The snow may come and cover the land,
But spring is always close at hand.
The wind blows across the earth
Fall is always what it's worth.
For it prepares us for the coming snow,
And saves us from the winter's blow.