Seasons of Passing

A poem about the passing of the seasons. Please give me some critique.

Seasons of Passing

Can you describe it?
The scenery
Seen beautifully
And is it majestic?
The greenery
By the lively trees

While birds fly up above
In a flock of summer love
But love is always passing.

And can you smell it?
The autumn breeze
Carrying pumpkin seeds
No author could tell it
But its Halloween
With ghouls and kings

And the children laugh and play
In a world made for today
But time too is passing

And the snow covered mountains
Are tumbling down
Echoing with the winter’s sound
Onto the pure, crystalic ground

Then we sing
With the sprout of spring
We plant our seeds
To see what love will bring
Is it just a fling
Made by the seasonal ring
Caused by the seasons passing?

Author's Note

Please be brutally honest with your reviews and critique

Reviews

[Joel Alvarado]

Your such a creative writer! Im not trying to kiss butt but your writing is good. I mean some of it can seem somewhat random, but it adds to the piece like the ghouls and kings. Nicely done!

[Butterflymom]

I think this is beautiful, and the imagery is awesome. This is a very nice piece. Great job my friend.

[Ben]

Very, very good.

[Inner Rain]

This is beautiful... Just beautiful... :P

But one thing... IF your asking a question; dont be afraid to put a "?" It gives the whole thing so much more depth...