Fresh sweet smell of morning, before the heat of day
Coolness holds you captive, as light filters from grey
Whether rain or bright sunshine, we wait time to unfurl
Petals hide from night's dark, still clustered and curled

Grass turning brown, receives a much needed soak
Moisture glistens, sleeping shrubs the rainfall woke
Sky of silver grey, as heavy patters hit the ground
Silence is shattered, by constant musical sounds

Nature stirs regrowth, new health brings alive
Struggle in heavy sunshine, plants reach-rise
Throughout summer, colours gradually turn
Autumn chill wins, and shades tend to burn

Oranges-gold, mix with greens and browns
Wind stirring leaves, make a rustle sound
The morning freshness, no longer sweet
Slate grey replaces silver, as winter creeps