Read the poem "The Seasons:"
It's spring, supposedly, but still the snow falls,
Somewhere, summer forlornly calls.
I think the seasons must be confused.
The months look on, somewhat bemused.
After five months of winter, it should be done,
But there is still no sign of that elusive sun.
Winter sports are all good and well,
But winter should be for just a spell!
We talk of summer and hitting the beach,
But the sand is buried in snow and out of reach.
The lifeguard towers have nothing to do,
And the frozen lake dreams of turning blue.
One day spring will finally arrive,
And hopefully summer will also survive.
Then, all too quickly, summer leaves will fall,
And, before we know it, winter will call.
Life is measured in many ways.
The passing of years, months, and days,
Nature always comes first, in all her glory,
Telling her own incredible story.
Select the sentence that summarizes the poem.
The lakes are all frozen, even though it is summer, and the season are mixed up.
The narrator wants to go to the beach but can't because it is covered in snow.
The seasons are not changing when they should because nature does what she wants.
The winter is taking too long to leave, and the narrator wants fall to arrive.