Winter
As the warm sun falls
The cold wind calls
Whooshing through trees
Making everyone freeze
Flowers begin to wilt
And trees begin to tilt
While thunderous clouds clash from above
Rivers rise
So animals hide
For their own piece of mind
So remember to keep warm
Free from the storm
Because out there in the cold
The cold has its hold
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