With clouds and cold, heavy snow falls
It adds up, to grow quite tall
The great outdoors is plagued by white
Without a spec of green in sight
The trees die, and roads are frozen
It seems there was a snow explosion
With snow and ice spread everywhere
You might say that it's not fair
But it's only nature's way
And for the season, it'll stay
For it's not the work of God
His absence, is not so odd
They say our world, God created
In The Bible, this is stated
It's clear that this isn't true
I realize this, how about you?
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