I Asked

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I asked the snow why it descended its colorless flakes,

And it ceased as the morning commenced;

I asked the Sun why he refused to radiate so brilliant,

And he yawned as he arose into the ashen sky;

I asked the grass why it was so deeply brown,

And it arose to parade its endearing green;

I asked the blossoms why they would not florrish,

And the buds of roses began to unfurl;

And the Earth began to warm,

And the trees sang from their sleep,

And the weather was in amity.

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