Seasons

When the autumn in the street,
I like to sit at home, to read.
And yellow leaves, that are so bright,
Are fall. They are so tired.
And boring evenings with the tea...
And in the eyes is solo tear...
My world is die, so big my pain!
And only haos is in my brain...

The winter... In this frozen season
I can't see any practice reason
To have a splean, but if it's so,
I like to watch at white snow wall...
And all your dreams will come back soon,
And through the clouds you may see moon,
And when the bells will ring midnight,
Your worried heart will be all right.

The spring... My wait was very long,
But I'm a human, I am strong.
The world is flowered in my eyes,
And fresh green trees are very nice,
And sun is shining in the sky,
And birds are singing in the fly,
And new large hope is in my soul.
And so be it. And that is all.

And in the summer it's a rest,
And I don't want to sit in "nest",
And all the worlds I want to see:
Maybe mountains, maybe sea,
Rain and lightnings, sun and hot,
Sleeping, running, idleness, sport...
And if you want to disagree,
You may it do. And let it be.