Looking back, I remember
trees sprouting with growth and colour
reds, yellows and browns.
The ground was carpeted in leaves waiting,waiting,waiting for the rain.
It was Autumn.
Looking back, I remember
the sky turning dark,
parades of water pelting down onto me,
a coldness of cascading white floating across the strokes of wind.
It was Winter.
Looking back, I remember
flowers spurting colour and beauty,
ripening, blooming, flourishing,
life returning to earth, painting the landscape again.
It was Spring
Looking back, I remember
light streaming in, long days,
greens starting to fade away
rays of heat beaming down scorching the land white.
It was Summer.
Looking back, I remember…