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Poem about the changing of the seasons. |
| The strong scent of Wild onions, a warm Breeze on a lazy afternoon. Yellow, Blue, Red, Green, These are the signs of Spring. The vivacity of spring Infuses all with life And removes the specter of death, Winter's dark attendant. Yellow, red, brown, The foilage always changing. Signifying the end of one season, The beginning of another. Leaves die, fall, decay. Everything prepares for Winter's long sleep And the rebirth of life In spring. |