This poem is written by my daughter and her friends. I really like it.
Seasons of Life
As time ticks by, the days progress
So crisp and fresh, the autumn breeze
Twirls around or sprints in gusts
Through the shifting trees
The leaves, the leaves, they once were lithe
Now they flutter to the ground
Brittle and stiff, the leaves have transformed
Without making a sound
The warm days of summer are past
Though autumn is also a scene of beauty
Yet because nothing lasts and everything changes
The days are edged with melancholy
As time ticks by, the days progress
One by one, the leaves fall down
The branches grow bare and the landscape clears out
Until white snow is all that can be found