I love the spring.
The trees are green,
The flowers bloom,
And the bees sting.
I don’t like that—
Let’s try again!

I like summer.
Grass is greener,
Days are warmer,
Bugs bite harder.
Scratch all of that—
Let’s start over!

I like autumn,
The leaves are brown,
All over town—
There’re mosquitoes.
Got ’em, got ’em—
Ouch, they got me!

I like winter.
The trees are bare,
Insects don’t dare,
To be outside.
Really don’t care—
Staying inside!

By: ElRoy © 2019

Listen to Unspoken—Reason song

For just as rain and snow fall from heaven and do not return without watering the earth, making it bud and sprout, and providing seed to sow and food to eat, so My Word that proceeds from My Mouth will not return to Me empty, but it will accomplish what I please, and it will prosper where I send it. You will indeed go out with joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. Bible, Isaiah 55:10-12