Winters Review
The squirrel collects,
to keep his winter safe.
The oak tree buds,
not a branch left out of place.
The grass will grow,
another spring comes forth.
The flowers will bloom,
the ducks and geese fly north.
The birds will sing,
as if hatched from a master plan.
The bunnies dance and run around,
this greening land.
Winter now closed,
another season has come to pass.
Spring has sprung,
but it to will end and never last.
Summer now arrives,
to show us all it's might.
Then it to will fade,
as fall comes into light.
Life is precious,
a gift worthy of news.
Keep watch of the squirrel,
for winter's review.
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