A Year by Ear

Tree frogs peeping, “No more sleeping;

Spring has sprung at last!”

Robins piping, “No more griping;

Winter’s ways are past!”

Stout cicadas coming, humming:

“Summer’s heat is here.”

Bull frogs moaning, groaning, grumbling:

“Fall is tumbling near.”

Leaves start changing, rearranging:

“Fall!” the squirrels call.

Geese in gaggles flying, crying:

“Summer fled from Fall!”

Snow gets going; then it’s blowing:

“Winter’s ways are here!”

Winds come prowling, scowling, howling:

“Spring shall not come near!”

Every season has a reason

And a time to talk;

God determines all the details

By His perfect clock.