Part One: I Love The eagle as it flies far above restless fields of golden wheat and stagnant marsh bottoms where mice and rabbits inhabit ancient cress, living small and unaware now in autumn's warning chill of season's soon coming winter~ but the eagle knows coming snow will splinter nature into those who have and who have not, and only wisdom will see what spring has wrought. Part Two: I Hate The cold wind as it winnows its spiteful way across tall mountain peaks into the valley where colorful summer flowers once did play, enticing bees to a pollen-filled galley ~ now flowers are dead and the bees have withdrawn to hide from the cold in their houses of brawn while beautiful flakes become old snow piled deep, and nature has burrowed for long winter's sleep.
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