Rhyming poem:

The world made another round,

Winter's lost and won't be found,

Spring ended at a bend,

Fall will come here at the end.

Freewriting poem:

The rain, never ending, never ceasing, never found.

The Sun beats down as if it 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 it could challenge us.

The water lapping up in waves trying to reach us, but never coming close enough to capture our bodies within itself.

The wind whistles through the branches telling secrets that only our souls understand, but our mortal bodies can't comprehend.

The doors of new-life closing as Spring leaves, killing the weak and helpless as if they committed unforgivables.

Haiku lol:

Summer wishes thirst,

upon all the little kids,