Seasons pass by ,the time a witneser
the earth takes its chances.
The stage show unends ever after.
The morn blooms a root.The rain clears
 the meadows to a green sheid.
The departing leaves tears , the 
tree symbolises an odd figure.
The browny leaves running the deadsea.
Fragrances spring rainbow coloured
flowers.The spring season sprouts
strange smells to the organ living.
The water searches the hideouts.
They knew the struggling land on
summer, a vain,the sun a zero math.