Seasons...by Anna

January brings the snow

That, we all know

And we play, play, play

All the day!

February there's frost,

I feel lost

And all the ice,

That feels nice.

March there's wind,

My nose feels pinned,

I try with all my might,

And come by the light.

April feels good,

I walk in the wood,

With my friends,

But this is not the end.

May is soft,

I lay in the loft,

And look into the sky,

As I lay.

June is cool,

I hear my dad's tool,

On the board it rings,

And the birds they sing.

July is hot,

I'm sitting with Tot,

We gaze up ahead,

And watch the horses being led.

August is fine,
I feel that things are mine,
I have pleasure,
That no one could measure.

September is cold,
I play as bold,
The grass has dew,
That's something I never knew.

October is great,
I'm the Mate,
I can jump in piles,
And look for miles.

November is fun,
I like to run,
And pretend to race,
In all our space.

December has its fame,
I feel the same,
I dream and dream,
As I beam.