The Four seasons

Petulant Roses.
Your thorns are angry and sharp,
How you greet summer?,

Your beauty surpasses all,
Forgetting your angry bite

Leaves fall on me,
Gold brown rain fall from the trees,
Nature's free blanket

Beauty disappears quickly,
Replaced by depression

Beautiful snowflake,
Your form pure and innocent,
Crystal perfection.

Limited lifespan you have,
Crashing to the earth below.

Flowers surface new,
Faces reaching the sunlight,
A new beginning

Rain upsets the calm retreat,
Of winters beastly anger.