Cycle

Little bumblebees buzzed about

Watching the flowers die.

The grass turned pale, the leaves changed colour –

Another summer passed by.

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Soon, orange leaves came raining down

And trees began to yield.

The bee colony awaited the worst

Which had yet to be revealed.

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Just as quickly, there stood bare trees;

The temperature and snow fell;

Their honey supplies were very short;

They all dreaded the winter spell.

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However long it seemed to take,

Finally new buds appeared.

The snow had thawed and the sun emerged;

The whole bee colony cheered.

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They waited for the flowers to bloom

And cease of the spring rainfall.

At that sight, all the bees rushed out –

Summer was there once more.


Theme: Life is like a cycle of good and bad events. No matter how bad the times seem, good ones will come eventually.


A/N: This was a poem I did for English. It ended up that the teacher forgot about it. I took it down for a while for this contest thing, but now it's over, it's back up.

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