season changes

Hit the beach till there is time
Spoil the fun will be a crime,
We’ll soon have rain and heavy cloud
The sun will hide out in a shroud,
The cold will come bringing unrest
And all our lives it will congest,
The day will shorten out its light
And all the heat will lose its sprite,
We cannot stop the nature’s course
While all its things provide resource,
So make the best of winter too
And hope the cold won’t turn us blue.