The Seasons of the Sun

The Seasons of The Sun

I first learned about the Sun when I was young.

He rose in the morning before I left bed

And then crossed BC from the mountains.

In the evening he dove into the ocean

And made way for his wife; Misses moon.

Then I learned about his four seasons.

I love Summer best when he’s very warm

And shows his face above me longer.

Sometimes I think he’s angry because

He turns my skin red and I need a lot of water,

Along comes Fall; he begins to come later and stay less.

He lets me get my water by sending it in showers.

As time marches on he makes the rain much colder

A clear signal that it’s time for winter

He’s not around very long and hides behind clouds

Rain turns to snow that shines when peeks from behind clouds

I also have to wear some pretty heavy clothes

He takes no responsibility for keeping me warm

At the end of that comes my favorite holiday

Then he comes back, warming up, but still with rain

An artist created a song about April showers

He signals to the flowers that it’s time grow.

We gain three minutes of daylight each day,

And I count the hours till the return of summer.