Seasons
Red, orange, yellow, brown.
A Technicolor, rainbow town.
Children go outside and play.
Even though the clouds are grey.
White, silver, grey, blue.
Before my eyes a snowman grew.
The flakes of snow all fall around.
And make a blanket on the ground.
Green, yellow, purple, pink.
The plants and flowers take a drink.
The smell of rain is ever near.
And spring’s the best time of the year.
Blue, yellow, orange, tan.
I put my foot into the sand.
Mosquitoes sip blood through a straw.
I scratch my arm until it’s raw.
This poem is about:
Our world