"Seasons"

Winter wishing everyday
of long time passing
under gray,

Spring time comes up fast
and free like a song of fantasy,

Summer riding up on high with the
warmth of Springs good bye,

Autumn falls with browns and golds
that seem to enter in your soul.

Author: Denise Green
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