As I walk towards the brook
I hear the sounds of the crunching leaves
The dead, brown, Swiss cheese like leaves
Are on the ground
From when they gracefully fell
For the winter snowfall
Snow falls from the sapphire blue sky
It falls rhythmically
With a certain tune
That brings back memories of winter holiday
Families, moms, dads, sons, daughters
Play in the snow
Sledding, snowball fights
Soon all snow is melted
The brook is in clear view
But still is cold as ice
Branches grow buds
Which turn into
Vibrant, growing, emerald green leaves
Sun shines brightly
But the air has a cool, gentle breeze
Which can send chills down spines
Excess leaves from autumn
Have all gone away
Grass grows fast
Like a child with a growth spurt
Sun beats down
With its hot, dangerous rays
Heating up the brook
For someone to go for a quick swim
The dead, brown, Swiss cheese like leaves
Are on the ground
From when they gracefully fell
For the winter snowfall
Snow falls from the sapphire blue sky
It falls rhythmically
With a certain tune
That brings back memories of winter holiday
Families, moms, dads, sons, daughters
Play in the snow
Sledding, snowball fights
Soon all snow is melted
The brook is in clear view
But still is cold as ice
Branches grow buds
Which turn into
Vibrant, growing, emerald green leaves
Sun shines brightly
But the air has a cool, gentle breeze
Which can send chills down spines
Excess leaves from autumn
Have all gone away
Grass grows fast
Like a child with a growth spurt
Sun beats down
With its hot, dangerous rays
Heating up the brook
For someone to go for a quick swim
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