hmm well here is one i wrote, tell me what you think.

The Seasons
By: Micheal Leo Poucki

The morning sun burns up the sky,
Its spring again and time for new life,
Warming the air for time to grow, who knows this kid might have something to show.

The rain from the spring will soon have no effect, for the sun will have burned with no respect,
In the summer you'll learn that one day you will age,
But the kid who begun, begins his page.

in the fall weak will die and soon you and i,
But why worry for now when life's on his side,
Fall sends message of death and renewal again, this kid is beginning but one day he'll end.

When winter comes the sun will run,
Leaving cold in the air with no sensations,
But at least the kid knows what he's finnaly done,
The first page is written and a new years begun.