January
As January starts to slowly unfold
each little bud turns into leaves
and winter is bursted away with
the sun's liquid gold.
The tree's silvery coat turns to a
lovely green and each rebirthed limb
stretches towards the sky's warmth
all lovely and lean.
The spider's web glissens bright
as the sun bounces off it's
delicate and bueatiful work of
light.
What a wonderful time of year
when all seems new and fresh
and all is dressed in it's season's
best.
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