Winter
Death.
Winter is the death of all nature.
It tears down leaves,
Destroys grass,
And kills every flower.
Others may think that is sad,
But I think it is beautiful.
Just like us, nature must die,
But it must also be reborn.
The cycle repeats itself—
A never-ending loop of death and life.
Such a beauty to behold.
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