0 The Battle of the Seasons

On one side of the expanse, there is a cloudless sky
With a frigid bleak stare
On the opposite side, there is a sea of blue,
An enchanting remedy.
This is not an ordinary morning
Because, there was a battle going on
Old man winter raises his tired head
As baby fresh spring begins to spread her wings.
The battle was fierce as the sparks started flying
Icy bolts collided with sprays of warm showers
Sleeping seeds struggle to turn into soft green buds
And as clouds cleared away,
On the horizon, was born a spectacular day

--Lana L., 46