The winter tundra freezes all
Leaving nothing but icy Crystals
Trapping the lands to end the fall
But warm has come and ice distils
Lush blankets of glistening green
Fills the lands; with joyous blues
In the sky and clouds do glean
In a world with endless hues.
Bursting into shoots to bloom
Sunflowers appear for the sun
From east to west they plume
With the streaming waters to run
An endless cycle shall remain
Cold and warm are none but twain.
©notapoet
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