Weather

As the wind begins to blow
And the grass begins to show outside my window.
The smell of pollen in the air
The trees dance
The birds begin to sing in the bright yellow sunshine.
The heat begins to roll in
Rolling in pace with the wind,
Going together as if it were an Oreo with a cold glass of milk.
As the people begin to go from cotton to silk
Long sleeve to short
A sneeze
And a quick blow from the nose into a puffs tissue
You can’t help but notice the sight of the roses, lilacs and lilies
Just hurry up and see quickly before you miss it

Oh no

Winter is here!