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

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