Winter, how your colors fade

Oh, how I long, for leaves of jade

To take the gray, away from me

And paint the colors, splendid, free

Which quietly wait, a resurrection

Blending, a palette of perfection

With beauty rising, innocent of

The gloominess that you so love

Let me close my eyes, and see

How beautiful all things can be

Alas, you do not hear my cry

As I gaze into your barren sky

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