This is a poem I wrote for a School Competition of which it was the winner of. It's quite sad near the end...
I was very excited when it came that day,
The day I was planted under the big Sun’s ray
The weather was dull, and also quite strange,
And we couldn't wait for the season to change.
Spring has come as well as a fresh, new beginning
So have the cool, careless clouds with their wet bringing
We all watched as the great Sour Cherry bloomed right out
While we waited for that golden ball to come about.
Each bud develops into a new start
And it’s because of spring, the season of art.
I have now blossomed, I now look the best
I am now the gardener’s favourite, no longer a pest.
With a scorching sun and my vexing thirst
I knew very well it was summer at first
I am sweating like a hose, screaming for rain
But I can make more food, so I'll withstand the pain.
When the shade arrives, I can rest with ease.
Now I can relax and enjoy the 'summer breeze.
Summer is the best season for having more fun
Except under the scorching heat from the heavy, hot Sun.
Leaves are being lost and summer is done
Now it is autumn with even less Sun.
Darkness draws near with every passing day
So does our harvest for the gardener's buffet.
The wind grabs hold of all the wrinkled leaves
Making autumn renowned by plants as the 'season of thieves'
The tension builds in the wait for winter
When we will wilt, wither and die forever.
The time has come for the winter season
Even plants get 'winter blues' for the same reason
The cold is depressing and upsettingly dull
It covers us in snow, making our beauty null.
The animals hibernate and the birds migrate
But I cannot move so I have to wait
Until the ice melts and the snow sets
When I will have to leave this world full of regret.
Why must there be four seasons, why not only one?
Spring is the only season with equal rain and Sun
It's too late for me as I will soon wilt
And it's all because of the Earths' axial tilt.