Seasons.
Seasons are periods; God's precious gifts
To the sad and the lonely; to lighten their spirits
To the angry and the sensitive; to broaden their feelings
And to the simple and the loving; to replenish their wits
Autumn comes first; its beauty unmatched
Its red and orange leaves fall as they easily detach
From the dry black branches that once held them firm
September to October, let the ember burn
Winter comes second, the snowy blizzard
That traps us in spells, just like a wizard
Harmattan breeze, that blows and withers
The warm soft skin of the September winners
Spring follows after; bright and cheerful
The birds singing in their trees make me so fearful
Flowers blooming beautifully, making it bear-through
Only three months, I hope it's the near truth
Summer is here; party and fun all day long
Lighting bonfires and singing uplifting songs
Sharing our hopes and dreams to you all
A greeting from the Etini-Eyos; a greeting to all.