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-Fill thou Eyes-

Roses are red, they still litter this bed spread.

The changing of seasons is always profound, whether it from autumn to spring, spring to summer; it’s still a fundamental rule of the universe that is sound.

Come the spring, we will dance and sing.

Together we shall drink ale, and talk of a land that does so well.

Flowers will blossom and roots will take hold; in such a short span, new life washes over the old.

They say spring is the season of new beginnings, so let’s hope till winter this is never ending.
But over time the seasons were meant to die, as the suns grand embrace causes the world to fry.

Red and black petals fall freely, as time begins to shift discretely.

And soon before we know it, spring has come to an end, and winter takes its grip once again.

As the great white cascades our lives, we usher not a sound as we continue to strive.

Majestic beasts dance amidst the ocean of snow, the whiteness entrenching deeper than a toe.
Even in the depths of winter, the lands remained undivided at their center.

Such was the existence of life, at least during this time we strive to cause less strife.

Another day will pass, and soon the flowing of snow will be gone alias; the world doesn’t come to a stand-still, just because we all begin to feel.

Winter elopes and once more the days become short, the season of autumn is once again upon us and we may now exit the fort.

The world had been stripped away, brought by winter’s frozen charade.

But as time slips back, winter will become fall, and then spring will rise; this is just the will of nature and what we lack.

Seasons begin and seasons fade, but for now let’s focus on the fun and enjoy this parade.