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The Seasons


The winters cold chill,

trees dead and bare, 

withered flowers,

peaceful silence,

snow.

 

Springs lovely scent of rain,

birds chirp and sing,

the sun rises up over the mountains,

seeds grow.

 

The summers warm wind, 

the gentle crashing of the wavws,

clear waters and bright skies,

white clouds are moving slow.

 

Sunflowers in grassy green fields,

they dance and fade away,

autumns nearing quickly,

life is beautiful everyday.

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