There is a time for Every season

That is an old poem Written by Aldo Kraas

In spring

All the flowers that we planted

The year before comes up in our garden

The sweet smell of the roses and the flowers

We can smell it in the air

In the summer the bees and the birds

Come to collect the nectar from our flowers and roses

The colors of the roses and the flowers

Look beautiful

To our naked eyes

To us it is a great sense of achievement

That is how we feel

In the fall

The seeds fall of the flowers

And the plants go to sleep

Until the spring and summer

Arrives again the following year

In the winter

We cover our roses to protect them

From frost