In the season when skies are grey
Trees are brown, Night is day
The season when the grass is white
A floor of ice, air full of bite
We await for the world to renew
The sky to blue, the tree to green
For the evening when all is seen
The day to grow, the clocks to slow
When we need not worry about snow
In the season when flowers spring
No-one wants for anything
All is rosey, colours bright
The owl is hunting all the night
We await for the world to seed
clouds guaranteed, colours to shade,
Leaves yellow, brown and fade
The grass to rustle, the air to chill
What a year it’s been, aint life brill!
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