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Throughout the coldest days of the mighty winter
Think of a sweet spring and dream of a mild summer
During the harshest hours of the wintry night
Mistletoe and Christmas go hand in hand
The mistletoe and its beautiful cherries
Summer is over, the new season has begun.It's my 2nd favorite season, I love the Autumn.The leaves are changing color and falling from the trees.The Autumn is a wonderful season and it is sure to please.
Aimez, aimez maintenant
Aujourd'hui, pas demain
Oubliez le chagrin
Arrêtez de demander comment
Arrêtez de vous questionner
The super mother— Infinity
Universe Calls stars
for the leap of all creatures
Within individual Paradise
A long trek of time
I always used to say I hated summer
Something about the heat
Or the sun burns
Or the bugs flying around
No matter where you go
But it wasn’t entirely true
You see
It’s true that I hated summer
Today is a new spring’s first day
Today is the birth of a new season
Today is another blessed birthday
If you plant the seeds of loveYou'll reap gorgeous flowers of loveIf you spray the seeds of hateMany plants and treesWill blossom flowers of hateAnd you won't like the fateNobody enjoys death and miseries
Es una otra primavera
Es una nueva temporada
Un otro día de lluvia ligera cayendo
Un otro día medio soleado otra vez
It is another spring
It is a brand new season
Another day of light rain falling
Another semi-sunny day again
El color es irrelevante
A mí
Es la belleza natural
Que es absolutamente
Deslumbrante e importante
A mí
there’s nothing like a summer evening
hair loose and feet bare
dumb grins and happy stares
the sun hits the air just so
and the world glows
The smell of ginger bread fills the kitchen with the heat of an oven reminding me I am home.
Stepping outside is a shock wave of senses, the smell of snow in the air that the wind has left behind.
The seasons are all changing, the schedule of the day is rearranging.
It's finally time to put the shorts away, and to bring the sweaters out for the cold days.
The leaves are changing,
The seasons are rearranging.
The Summer is leaving,
The kids are grieving.
Time for sweaters,
and more chilly weather.
Hot coffee or hot chocolate in hand,
Hello, rainforest
In wet season I write you
While the clouds pour rain
And by the terrain, I sit
I am glad it's very warm
In the soft whisper,
of the November gust,
rustle the leaves of fall,
the leaves just must!
In summertime, our love is radiant, like orchids swaying in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it blooms from Head to toe.
She dances with an icy heart,
cold, unyielding to rays of light.
She creeps up, plants a kiss upon your cheek,
A forgotten lover
leaving traces of frostbite in her wake.
There is no beating in her chest;
With winter almost here
it's time to layer on thick
its days are drawing near
so I'll make this real quick.
After the last leaves fell
it was time for a new season
purple grey
the frost eclipses
the sick sun, sure to succumb
to the wonderland
red orange
Snow to sleet, and sleet to snow
Trudging softly to and fro.
Waiting for the golden glare
Always hidden, never there.
Sweetly “singing in the rain”
Quite a lie, to my disdain.
Tonight is the springing of my loving;
The final season you are to know.
You could be the shine to my growing;
So little light I've seen before.
Tomorrow will blossom your emotion;
Fall is upon us,
the cool air surprises me,
Fall Break overjoys.
Football rivalries,
The pep rallies are so tense,
Filled with school spirit.
Sweet Autumn weepsfor the trees and leaves and flowers that depart as she arrivesand the warmth of the earth that attempts to cling to herin frenzied desperationbut its fingertips are weak and cannot hold on
Dancing the dance of the slowly dying,
your defiant grin is reflected
in every Jack-O-Lantern,
stitched, into every Scare-Crow.
You shower the ground in
a flurry of colorful confetti
It’s this time of year that makes me wish you were here.
It’s hard to enjoy the falling leaves,
When all I have is this burden to heave,
So the next time you see me I want you to remember,
A walk in the park would be nice
the trees blowing, swaying to the winds rhythm
It's where the birds sing.
Watching as all the humans speak.
all the beautiful women flash in the latest and hottest fashion.
Warm scents fill the air
Fall is here, thanksgiving is near
But first kids dress up and play
And in search of candy, hunt the night away
The leaves are falling and the air is sweet
Through the trees and in the wind
The world was never there.
But then a song made it begin
And so that we are here.
