Seasons

I look up at the sky the bright shining sun glittering in the sky. The gentle breeze carries the leaves lightly across the dry grassland. The clouds move soullessly across the sky. The birds depart from there nest to the clouds. The land grows when it rains from the clouds drenching the land with life because now the land can grow. The spring brings back the life from winter all the seasons bring life in there own ways.

That is what the seasons do.    By Austin B