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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