As the first movie, no color to see
Beauty of sunrise now filtered away
Chill in the air, temperature drops
Trees sway slightly, nature's rocking chair
Flakes of white falling from above
Swaying in wind, individually shaped
Floating downward, peacefully seen
Layers of white, resting on bare limbs
Carpet of white, covering the ground
Individually falling, downward they come,
Lying together, under and above,
Deeper and Deeper, covering all
A coat for nature to wear with pride
Winter has come, a change of seasons
To display its beauty, of black and white
Nature has its way, Seasons created
Seasons of color individually they come
A painting for each, a reason for each
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