Winter had her way this year,
Her rhythm never halts,
The chilly wind played its melody,
She danced an icy waltz.
Weary now she makes her bed,
Her sister tiptoes in,
“Goodnight Winter,” she says to her
Spring is here again.
She warms the trunks of arctic trees
She dresses them in green
She paints the flowers blue and pink,
And all hues in between.
She sings a quiet lullaby,
A sweet, yet haunting song
It drifts along on dainty clouds,
To meet the golden dawn.
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