We all know it well, that cycle
Birth and death and re-birth
Spring is so verdantly green
Then comes summers heat
Oppressive and dry and dusty
Drawing into the first strains
Of the dying of fall, colors
Coming on so vibrantly
But quickly moving into
The death rattle that is winter
Cold, bleak, trees bare
Until finally life returns
The thaw revealing re-birth
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