the vaults of heaven
The atmosphere’s changing again and again
With each moment comes a different season
What I know now is unlike what I knew then
And all of them line up with reasons
Why Easter sets Out to grow and renew
And how summer is a picnic basket
Revolutions that vow to unfold to you
Are soon put away deep in a casket
The sky is painted grey tonight
Where the fruitful darkness shined
Cotton balls in the sky weaving fright
All I can do is wait for autumn to be mined
One minute of warmth was all I got
And winter began one cold morning
Evoking its peace in stillness it was caught
Hoping and lingering for a jubilant rewarming
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