Seasons

by Kristijan Popov aged 7

When spring comes
everything is glamorous.
Birds are singing
as well as flowers.

When summer comes
the grass is yellow as the sun.
Its very, very warm
as warm as my heart.

When summer ends
autumn comes.
Leaves fall from the trees
all day and night,
crunchy as a pigskin.

Finally winter is here!
We wait for snow, Christmas Day and Eve.
When Santa comes
he might eat your Christmas biscuit,
and if you are lucky
you might hear him say: “Ho, ho, ho…”.

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