Many creatures begin their life,
Something so delicate, brought into a world torn by strife.
Birds return from their break,
No longer avoiding a snowflake
Days devoted to chocolate and love,
Are far from the purity of a dove.
Trees return to their natural beauty,
As wasps and bees reclaim territory.
Heat waves and fake tans are abound,
As a rainbow of flowers rise from the ground.
The entire world runs to sea and sand,
You would think that life is grand?
Students celebrate their new found freedom,
While they prepare for a life without backed by Dad and Mum.
The vain cook themselves outside,
While the pasty remain with their computers, preferring to hide
As young and old go back to their routine,
They wonder where all their free time has been.
Looking back on what should have been done,
They now realise its far too late to run
The day is slowly consumed by night,
Everyone losing the thing that brightens their day the light.
However, things arent all bad,
There are holidays galore! They make me glad.
Adults do their best to mentally scar a young one,
Be it stranger, niece, nephew, daughter or son.
It is a time for fireworks and sugar,
And watch the sky for a twinkle of a star.
Watch out the window as the snow begins to descend,
You start to tire of the beginning trend.
It started off as a time for family,
Now its just an excuse to party.
After all that happens, we seem to forget it all.
We start anew, we stand tall.
We tend to ignore the arguments, the war and the strife,
So we may continue, for this is life.