Beauty In The Making

As you strum the strings on your guitar

 a snowflake falls upon the ground.

The air is cold and the sky is gray.

As you are playing,

the wind stirs the freshly fallen

snow from the ground, to dance.

It's beauty in the making.

The wind howls and screams through the trees,

but as you keep playing,

the season of winter quickly fades.

The snow melts and the trees begin

to bud and the flowers bloom.

The birds are singing,

the air is warmer as it begins to rain.

You think to yourself, it's really spring once again.

Playing the guitar, you see the skies quickly clearing

and the sun begin to shine once again.

The grass and trees are green and sky a bright blue

 as the birds are soaring through the sky.

The children are playing and running through

the streets once again.

You think once again, this is truly summer.

As summer quickly fades and your song

begins to change again,

the leaves turn to a bright

shades of orange and reds.

As the trees shed their leaves and they

begin to dance within the wind

as the fields are being harvested.

You think once more, this is truly fall.