Seasons at Home
I love to visit the woods in spring
With creatures all a-hive,
So nature wakes and sings with joy
And all the world’s alive.
I love to visit the sea in summer
To breathe the salt-kissed sky.
To see the gulls wheel overhead
And hear their piercing cry.
I love to visit the meadow in autumn
And see the harvest here.
To sense the earth snug down to sleep
Soil blankets over her.
I love to visit the hills in winter,
The crunch of diamond snow.
The whistling wind so wild and free
That sets the skin aglow.
I love to live here by the coast
With every scent and sound.
The life of seasons as they roll
Miriad riches all around.