Whispering willow tells tales of the past,
Rushing river keeps a steady song
Daisies and tulips, pansies and roses,
All painting the forest with colors so strong,
One last swim,
Another game in the tall grass
One last dance,
Before Father Time turns the clock half past
The forest is changing,
Splashes of gold, dabs of red
Slow, but steady,
All a sign for that is ahead
Begone long days,
The season of play will go
Farewell short nights,
A period of beauty, before the snow
We will run in the chill wind,
Along with bitter breezes and harsh ice
Pull out the furs to keep the warmth in,
Breathe in the scent of vanilla and pumpkin spice
So long pretty flowers,
Ciao, sparkling stream
See you later tall trees,
For a couple seasons I will miss the green
Here she comes,
Just past the Fall,
Wintry beauty,
bringing a chill for us all
Hello, my Goddess of Ice
I know I'll miss the fall, the summer, and spring
What a while its been
But I cant wait to build snowmen and make snow angels once again
Oh, what a thing she is so bitter and yet so wonderful
Oh what a thing, my Snow Queen
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This is a tale of spring, summer, and fall before winter comes to claim them all.
:)
