Turning Skies

The turning sky, transforming with the seasons.
The shifting stars whisper tales of creation,
And paint the skies with reasons.
To guide the traveler to his weary destination.

As the sky turns, the degrees will rise and fall.
Flakes of snow twirl towards the cold ,
And snow covered hills, as time stalls
Letting children forget their schoolwork enrolled.

The snow melts, leaving green-headed meadows.
Yellow beaches filled with baking bodies and such
Summer rainfall will give way to rainbows,
Reminding us of the earth we love so much.

It’s dangerous, one learns in time, to love
The yearly somersault of changing seasons;
But I am old and getting weary of
The winter’s way of loving things for reasons.