Hand Me Downs

I look around, what do I see
A glorious change all around me
Among the chaos of everyday life
Something is happening with no effort or strife

Summer's green, she is giving away
Autumn comes in, she is starting today
She takes the hand me down Green
She turns it to Gold, Yellow, Red, oh what a scene

I watch in awe, at the perfect dance
As she changes the hues, in just a glance
And now I see Yellow, Red, and Gold all around
Yes, Autumn has done wonders, with her hand me downs

My eyes can't believe, the beauty I see
She dances for days, in sweet harmony
Her clothes of Fall colors, glow all around
But soon it is time, for her to hand them down

As Winter walks in, with power and might
She takes Autumn's colors, to a beautiful white
The brilliance Winter shows, as she glitters and glows
White glistens and glows, in a sparkling show

Winter she dances, and twirls all aglow
She sparkles, she glitters, my what a show
She wants to stay longer, but knows time moves on
Winter sees a tiny Pink bud, and knows she too must give up her hand me downs, and then be gone

Yes, Spring has arrived, she takes Winter's white
She turns her finery to Pink, Red, Lavender, oh what a sight
Her dress of all colors, so many I'm in awe of her hues
Yes, Spring is a Lady of colors, Yellows, Pinks, and Violet Blues

She dances like a Princess
In her gowns of many colors
Not one yet does fade
To see which is more beautiful, my eyes behold her parade

And then among her colors, is a glorious scene
Summer has arrived, in her beautiful Green
Her leaves dark Green velvet, her grasses do grow
But Spring's hand me downs, she still won't quite let go

So they share for awhile
And take that one chance
Spring's colorful hues and Summer's Green
Combine in a short dance

But Summer wants her glory, as she warms more everyday
Soon Summer's warmth is to great
So Spring turns over her hand me downs
And knowing she will return, goes softly on her way

Again Summer bursts out
In the rising Sun each day
She dances in wheat fields
And in flowered meadows that Spring left for her to play

Summer sees children
Splashing in her babbling brooks
And she provides warmth, and a gentle breeze
As she adores all their looks

Then one day, a slight chill fills the air
Summer then knows, the time has come to give up her gowns
For Autumn to step into again
And begin again, her colorful and majestic reign, in her bright hand me downs.

© Dana Price