Who, Can sit still;
During the seasons filled.
When, Winter full force;
Descends on the heart.
With, promise of spring;
So close and near.
Seeds, rise to grow;
In the sun’s glow.
For, a reason we;
Tend to not know.
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Author:
Thinker (Pseudonym) (
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Each season is a wonder for us to go out and explore.
Andy
Such a marvelous mystery each segment can give.
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