Cools your hot summer sweat.
And instead of walking on a warm sandy cliff,
Your feet find only white snow underneath.
Weather lifting your bronze skin,
And now you have to hide it in clothes within.
Big and little search for shelter,
Where to hide until the spring melter.
Strong and weaker don’t fear each other,
As they know chill is what must them really bother.
Small ones running quick,
Hiding in a wooden brick.
Big ones striding slick,
In their warm leather thick.
Like the sound of a sad violin,
The world sleeps for a better time to spin.
In a moment time seems to have frozen,
Instead of moving, the land has stillness chosen.
But when the first golden sun ray reaches the snow,
It gratefully uncovers the ground and goes.
Transformed into a pure refreshing water,
It prepares the land for another summer.
It's like this,
Changing seasons,
Nature’s bliss.
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