The Moth's Journey

The snow falls ever so lightly

Like a moth

Landing on a leaf

The leaves will fall!

They will!

If I ask them to ever so nicely

Fall, Autumn,

Whatever you may call it

The colors always look so beautiful

With the foxes prancing around

Spring, they do, from the ground

When the season has come to Earth

Never too cold,

Never too hot,

Spring is the name of this season

But it will morph

Like a caterpillar

Into Summer,

Where water is always wished for

But not always plentiful

Then a leaf falls

And the moth lands again.