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It's Solacing
It's solacing, December's snow
and breezes that in summer blow.
And how it cheers my soul to see
in spring the blossoms on my tree,
and see in fall its leaves' bright glow.
And after rain, to spy a bow
that's stretched across the sky to show
a promise made to you and me. . .
it's solacing.
How sweet are Nature's ebb and flow.
But things are changing; soon we'll know
Earth's stress may have no remedy!
But while things go as they should go. . .
it's solacing.
For Brian Strand's 5-14 Lines Contest.
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Andrea Dietrich
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