Seasons

I looked for the sun but
it couldn't get through
Grey clouds above blocked out its view**
sound in my ear the rain is quite near
To color the fields green
for the start of the year
Now spring is approaching
I feel it draw near
The warmth is replacing the cold
The small ones awake
from the winter's cold break
Feeling so bold** first of the month
but the end of the May
The sun's golden shadows
they lent from the day
It's harvesting time as I
walk through the fields
The skies of the winter
the summer has killed
Now summer is gone left not a word
The dark nights quickly draw on
The wind blows the trees bare of their leaves
Winter's begun