Round moon makes its
rounds around the
round earth that moves
‘round the bright,
round life-giving sun.
Cyclical seasons grow the
round bulbs of spring into
round flowers in summer that
round out colorful bouquets.
‘Round about autumn we
round up fallen leaves into
rounded piles to jump in and play.
Round snowballs fly as
round-faced children run
‘round in the wintry cold.
Cyclical seasons
round out our years as we
cycle through ages and stages in the
circle dance of life.
R is for Round.
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