An Ode to The Seasons

For every season
There was a rhyme and reason
But with climate weirding
There is just utter confusion.

There was a time not far away
When the seasons drifted by
Gently would spring swing in
As the winter moved away shy.

Summer would next set in
As the sun shone blistering and bright
And then the rains would come pouring
To cool you soothingly day and night.

The trees and flowers
And the birds and the bee
Followed the seasons' cycle
With gaiety and gee.

The cold spells are now colder
The hot spells are hotter
And when you expect it the least
It rains out of the blue and wetter.

The perpetrators of pollution
Fuel the cycle of greed and fear
With the forests turning into deserts
The end is dangerously near.

Can we wake up in time?
Give up our monstrous way of living
To restore the season's cycle
And relive the pleasure of giving.

Nature gives us in abundance
So long as we live in harmony and balance
Why earn its wrath and fury
And while away a lifetime's chance.

- by Chandra Vikash