The Circle of Four

Growing leaves and flower buds,
The world basks in green.
The wind will blow, the plants will grow,
Then Summer comes again.
Yes, Summer comes again.

Cloudless sky, and sun above,
A quiet, heavy heat.
The longest day will slip away,
Then Fall will come again,
Yes, Fall will come again.

Whistling wind, and frozen dawn,
The leaves all spiral down.
The cold will near, and when its here,
Then Winter comes again,
Yes, Winter comes again.

Chimney smoke, and frigid air,
A frequent fall of snow,
The cold will rend, the year will end,
Then Spring will come again.
Yes, Spring will come again.

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Inkweaver Review 2008-05-15T09:59:00-05:00

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