Four seasons in a year
and four seasons in a life,
the remainder of the equation
is but two of these cut down like a knife,
one is green and full of spring
the other is ground and turns leaves brown,
beauty and beginnings to all who make the trip
sadness and loss is on the flip
Bright and bold are the hearts of sight
twinkling in and blinking in the curtain of night
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