The air is crisp
But I can smell the snow
Leaves swirl underfoot
As cold winds blow
The aching cold
Comes sure and strong
It matches my heart
In melancholy song
I miss the sun
But welcome the moon
Its light is soft
So gently spun
The birds fly away
The animals sleep
The flowers curl up
And burrow down deep
The seasons turning
Marching straight ahead
It’s sad at times
But joy will spread
But I can smell the snow
Leaves swirl underfoot
As cold winds blow
The aching cold
Comes sure and strong
It matches my heart
In melancholy song
I miss the sun
But welcome the moon
Its light is soft
So gently spun
The birds fly away
The animals sleep
The flowers curl up
And burrow down deep
The seasons turning
Marching straight ahead
It’s sad at times
But joy will spread
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