The sky is grey and heave
The woods are dark and cold,
Most leaves have fallen to the ground
Between the moss and mold.
Animals are missing
Breathy Fog fills the air,
Jack frost does his chilling dance
For snow we all prepare.
It is the marks of lady winter
In her frozen state,
We long for the rays of springs glow,
We hope and pray and wait.
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