Like the ticking of a clock, always moving forwards No one doubts the motion or what the hand is pointing towards The shift is so sudden, yet no one complains Because this is normal when the seasons change The clock points to one, the beginning of summer The heat washes through as we hit the next number The third quarter cools, an introduction to Autumn The Sun kisses you goodbye and leads you towards them Autumn catches up when the clock hits four That’s when the leaves drop, a welcoming mat for the door It’s chilly with bold warnings of to come Four, five, six, then more fun! Autumn guides you down to winter Seven, eight, and nine Lacy flakes of white drop down on you Like a hug hello The sun breaks free and welcomes you home Tells you there’s one last season to go Bright colors and flowers as the clock ticks forward Ten, eleven, twelve, then start it all over