Poem: Season Change

Another day where the season are about to change.

You can feel it in the air, as the breath is not the same.

You know that summer has ran it course and fall is next choice.

Then you look around and see that winter is here for the ones you adore.

Not getting the shielding the plants as the sunlight is not as bright anymore.

Not carrying the load that is needed to make the nights a little warm.

It is time for the season to change.