Title:  Nature

Author:   skepta7
Category:   Nature
Keywords:  nature, seasons

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The winter fire, the summer heat.
The August rain is hard to beat.
The summer hot, the winter cold.
The springtime daisy has never been told.
The beauty through these times of year.
The crystal web is something clear.
Nature has a certain way.
Bright and dark through every day.
Not to write but something said.
The leaves turn brown, the bees are dead.
The summer fox is running through.
Fields and meadows, with skies so blue.
I have not much more to say.
But nature is both weird and gay.

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