Seasons
Oh, the winters chill has idled our minds.
The snowflakes, no two are of the same kind.
From the sandy beaches to the green mountain side.
I have lived this winter, but still the summers warmth stirs my mind.
The trees are so tall and strong.
The seeds that are planted will come along.
The colors of red, orange, and yellow are at the horizons ridge.
For now, the summer has filled my cup with nortured strength.
The needles are not that of pain, but a blanket of warmth from snow and rain.
The leaves lose their color, but not their life.
Hold out thy cup when the rain showers come.
For all the seasons are which we are one.
The snowflakes, no two are of the same kind.
From the sandy beaches to the green mountain side.
I have lived this winter, but still the summers warmth stirs my mind.
The trees are so tall and strong.
The seeds that are planted will come along.
The colors of red, orange, and yellow are at the horizons ridge.
For now, the summer has filled my cup with nortured strength.
The needles are not that of pain, but a blanket of warmth from snow and rain.
The leaves lose their color, but not their life.
Hold out thy cup when the rain showers come.
For all the seasons are which we are one.
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