Imagist poem

What if nature suddenly just stopped?

If it stalled in Winter time
all would soon come to an end
as plant life and animals disappeared
we would end up in a barren land.

In Spring a little better

The lands would flourish
yet plants remain tiny
needing the summer sun
to thrive and grow.

Summer a disaster

No young foliage
to grow on.
The greenery stagnant
with no new growth.

Autumn the time of plenty

Without the summer crops
the trees and fields are barren
no wheat waving in the breeze
just a landscape of emptiness.

And so life ends