With One Comes All

Feeling the cold breeze brush against making you chill. As you await watching the little droplets left over from the rainstorm fall to the ground. As the light in the sky starts to appear newly lit. An the flowers are barely in the beginning of bloom. With bunnies slowly starting to come out with some others new faces behind it begins.
Hotter than ever with the sun shining its bright rays hitting upon the ground. As the cup glass sides are wet from the ice cubes melting within. An the flowers are now in full bloom. Evenings are cooling down as the animals prepare again once more for the year turn around. Flowers passing, Tree leaves falling. Then next you know that cold breeze once more.
These are the year round seasons known as winter, spring, summer, an fall. Always the same never stopping the change, with one comes all all.

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