Winter's close to done,

Or maybe it's already

Made the way for Spring.

Halfway through the Spring,

The semester will be through;

Some of us get breaks.

Then classes return

In the middle of Summer

If we do come back.

Then comes the Autumn,

The bulk of that semester

Before Winter Break.

Every year's the same -

For the seasons, anyway

- Not that it's a bore.

The Earth finds order

As the seasons travel 'round,

Free of its troubles.