Winter's ice loses its glory,
We tire of cold and white.
And with heavy hearts we count the months
'til flowers are in sight.
We cry with joy at the first warm breeze
And the tidings it may bring
For we know the grass is always greener
In the first few months of spring.
3 comments:
DUUUUDE.
DID YOU WRITE THAT???
yup! :)
oh my.
IT WAS SO GOOD!!!
i thoroughly enjoyed it.
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