On the way home

I met a girl called Spring.

She had perfume scented like daisies,

and hair as blonde as the sun.

I met a girl called Summer.

Her hair as golden as the sand

And her eyes as blue as the glittering ocean.

I met a girl called Autumn.

She had hazelnut hair

And an aubun scarf that swung side to side in the wind.

I met a girl called winter.

Her eyes as blue as a bright big ice cube

And hands as cold as Antarctica.