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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It has sure been a long cold winter, Like wood in the cold my thoughts splinter. The cold wind blows so I turn around, Snow appears like a blanket on the ground. Everything is gray, no leaves in the trees, It seems the cold has brought life to its knees. Ice clings to branches instead of leaves, Everyone is clad in coats and long sleeves. Suddenly the sun shines, the ices melt. The warmth of the sun can surely be felt. Green sprouts freely from the ground, I hear the birds sing a joyous sound. Spring’s in my heart, life is reborn. Cold winds replaced by a breeze that is warm. Flowers start to grow as colors return, Rivers rise up with a foam they do churn. Summer arrive and everything grows, Colors explode as the sun glows. It gets hot so I sit in the shade, Trees provide a canopy, leaves they made. The days are so long, filled with light. Fireflies dance in the warm summer night. Fish jump up to catch bugs on the pond, My imagination grows and moves beyond. Soon the winds chill, Autumn’s in the air, The sky is so blue the weather still fair. Leaves change colors, like a picture in a book, They start slowly and become everywhere you look. The wind gets colder the leaves fall to the ground. Caught in a breeze they make a rustling sound. They seem to blow and get tossed around, Look up in the trees, none can be found. The cycle of life repeats once again, New life arises from the ashes of the end. Abundance in spring, fall shall deplete, Living then dying the cycle’s complete.
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