When the leaves turn green and bright.

When the sun comes out and shines as yellow as lemonade.

When it becomes to hot and feels like you are melting.

I know summer is here.

When the leaves turn inpt buring red, flourecent yellow, and rusty orange.

When the sweet aurma of cinnamon and pumpkin pie wafts through the air.

When children bang on doors faces lit with intecipation for candy.

I know fall has come.

When trees are bare exposed.

When white dancers fall from the sky.

When you stay near the roaring fire, and open colorfuly wrapped presents.

I know winter has arrivved.

When the leaves become beutiful with pink petals.

When there is more pollen then there is people.

When tulips of a varity of colors have bloomed.

I know spring has sprung.