The air is crisp
The day is clean
The leaves will soon fall
And then it'll be up to me
To pick them up
The air is cold
The day is dark
The snow continues to fall
All over the small park
Softly landing
The air is chill
The day is new
The buds come out
Say 'hi' to you
Opening earth
The air is hot
The day is fresh
The sun beams down
Making a sweaty mess
Crackling dirt
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