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End Of Winter
There is snow in the clouds but it is yet to fall
Coldness whips around as its natures call
There are no more sounds of the morning lark
Eeriness hangs about with the mornings start
The seasons are no longer what they used to be
Spring and summer and then the autumn breeze
When winter ventures in everything looks sad
Maybe if there was snow it wouldn’t look as bad
The trees look so dreary without there pretty leaves
Only the rustling sound coming from fur trees
That’s where the birds nestle just to keep warm
This time of year is hail and snow ...