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…