Sitting High on a Cloud
by Debbie Douglas
Sitting high on a cloud
Looking down from the sky
Watching the seasons
As they slowly slip by.
First we have Autumn,
With bright colored trees
The flowers die from frostbite
Leaves falling in the breeze.
Snow comes with Winter
Ice -skating and sleds
Warm cozy fires
Extra comforters on our beds.
Sunshine and warm days
Spring unfolds around us
Watching the blossoms
As they silently burst.
But the best one of all
And I'm sure you'll agree
Is the coming of Summer
Makes everyone feel free.
Poetry
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