Seasons
I see the trees waving around,
I see the puddles on the ground,
I see the sky all angry and gray,
I see this is going to be, another miserable day.
I see the trees all bright and green,
I see the street all serene,
I see the sky all clear and blue,
I see this is going to be a summer's day, long overdue.
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