The sun
Made patterns, danced
On the cold ground, trees swayed
To the rhythm of life, the breeze
Fanning
Embers
Left in autumn’s deadening wake,
Soon would come singing, joy
Bursting out, Spring
Appears
The sun
Made patterns, danced
On the cold ground, trees swayed
To the rhythm of life, the breeze
Fanning
Embers
Left in autumn’s deadening wake,
Soon would come singing, joy
Bursting out, Spring
Appears
Yes! Spring is on its way!
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