To The Seasons

An explosion of color
A desolate hill, covered in snow
A budding of flowers and life
Children laughing without a care
Red, orange, yellow
Colors of the season
Are similar to the sunset
As the leaves fall, the sun fades for
Huddled inside by a fire
Waiting for something
Watching the snow fall
Onto the grass, covering it until
A bud here, a flower there
The world comes alive
With colors and sounds
So loud it's almost deafening
Children laugh and play
Not having any worries in the world
Of course, nothing like this can last
They will play and laugh until
The cycle begins again

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