Poetry
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The Turning of the Seasons
Jiya Jagani
In winter's grasp, the world is bleak and drear,
The trees are bare, the sky is grey and cold,
The snow and ice seem to have no end near,
And darkness seems to have its firm stronghold.
The trees are bare, the sky is grey and cold,
The snow and ice seem to have no end near,
And darkness seems to have its firm stronghold.
But as the months did slowly roll away,
A change did come upon the land and sky,
The sun grew strong and longer was the day,
And from the earth new life began to rise.
A change did come upon the land and sky,
The sun grew strong and longer was the day,
And from the earth new life began to rise.
The snow that once did cover all the ground,
Began to melt, to form a rushing stream,
The crocus and the daffodil were found,
A sure sign that spring had come to bring new dreams.
The crocus and the daffodil were found,
A sure sign that spring had come to bring new dreams.
And so we welcome now the turning tide,
As spring replaces winter's icy pride.
As spring replaces winter's icy pride.
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