The Winter

The spring bursts forth, and I breathe deep the air.
I see the petals opening so wide.
I learn that gentle touch offered with care.
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We learn by growing, is this not rare?
For as we learn we also learn to hide.
The spring busts forth, and I breathe deep the air.
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Summer slips by, hot and dry unaware.
The fall breeze blows as one is brushed aside,
And then the time comes with it of despair.
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As age grows long, we feel the wear and tear.
While winter looms before the rising tide.
Know that each of you will one day be there.
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Winter is upon me and I am scared.
Why must it come so, setting me aside?
It takes me with ease, gently with great care.
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Now is the dark winter of the unfair.
I cross the great continental divide.
The spring bursts forth, and I breathe deep the air.
I learn that gentle touch offered with care.