New York City Mckenna Adams Summer
Heat pulsed, no breeze of relief The air conditioner fiercely blew, driving out the worst of it The smell of cut wood and wall paint pervasive The ice cream truck playing songs outside It was indeed a cruel summer. Fall Cool air blew through the streets The classroom filled with people at work Friendships came into blossom Even as the trees lost their cover And the streets were filled with people dancing salsa. Winter The world grew white Beautiful specks floated from the sky, biting into flesh Breaths pumped rhythmically, inhaling the sharp air And the buildings downtown punctured the sky and ascended into the heavens The aroma of gingerbread and mint staining soft blankets. Spring The city woke again, from a deep slumber Green buds popped up on trees And life seemed to be carried through the air With two friends becoming inseparable But as soon as everything awoke, a pandemic caused it to sleep again. Summer Ambition stole through the atmosphere Intense focus on growth Never seemed to go away Except for the morning runs to the river and park Where the flowers bloomed and the trees were covered in green. Fall Days blended together Like vivid colors of paint mixing to become brown Everyday was filled with work An endless overflowing cup, with no escape And the world became dull with routine. Winter Soon the cold came again, carried through the air The buildings downtown lightly brushed the sky Then the buildings turned into trees as a car engine purred, And the trees became a cabin, cozy and warm, almost otherworldly Where life seeped through again. Spring Reunions slowly came, like fireflies in the darkness The trees and rocks grew green again Hope slowly drifted through the air Like a delicious scent you can almost identify, but not quite Summer And the city slowly awakened once more .
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