The leaves turn brown and fall from trees
So all of Nature's children heed
the calling of the Seasons.
The frogs and turtles go to sleep
The squirrels hide acorns buried deep
so all of Nature's children keep
the rhythm of the Seasons.
But humans are a stranger breed
We oddly seem to have a need
Refusing to give in, concede
the cycle of the Seasons.
So stubbornly we do believe
That loss of youth is cause to grieve
And though we try, we can't deceive
the passage of the Seasons.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Salvatore Quasimodo