Her Once Cold Death


Rushing on, gathering snow,
Just one of the ways the kind wind blows.
Before she passes, before her change,
Now who comes with her but the spring rain?
Though she tries, she can’t change season
She’s just another the trees throw leaves on.
Summers dust, and autumns leaves,
They’re now in the past you see,
And at the end of ten thousand more,
She’ll try to change it again before,
She dies in the snow and winters cold,
Only to be reborn in the spring, I’m told.
Where the warm sun revives her breath,
And makes sweet her once cold death.


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