On my way home I met a boy called  summer,

His glistenening eyes reflected the harsh sun upon him.

A blanket of bees surrounded him as the sky blue tide acsended towards the soothing sand.

Raining petals fell from the swaying parm trees above.

I met a girl called Autumn,

Her hazelnut hair swayed and swished through the strong blowing wind.

Curious squirrels smothered her like chocolate icing as rock hard conkers fell from the autumn trees

I met a man called winter,

Snowflakes flew from the freezing cold sky as snow erupted from his jumper.

His gingerbread hair and crumbling arms eventually dissapeared as it became spring.

I met a woman called spring,

Dancing flowers rose from the soaking grass below.

Her mesmerising blonde hair shone into the afar as raining tear drops fell from the fluffy clouds