I watch as summer fades to past, and autumn shows her face, and yet, as autumn colors Earth, winter comes so fast. No more warmth, nor sunny days, snow white mountains fill the sky; gold and red do fade away, and all I can do is sigh. Too quickly do the seasons change, one by one, they disappear; and feelings that are ever strange, within me, quite austere. But I will stand atop this rock, hear the winds call my name; open my mind, breathe in, take stock, let the mountains, my soul, reclaim
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