DANCE WITH THE SEASONS
The leaves dance across the sidewalk as if they were flames in an evening fire.
The chilly air has directed people towards their fall attire.
The wind brushes through my hair lifting my deepened soul.
A chaotic day’s work is now under control.
Dance with the leaves in circles around my window frame.
The seasons are changing but somehow I'm still the same.
Cradle yourself in the bedding of snow.
All of the glittering snowflakes are different, but they look identical to the ones I saw a while ago.
Let your fingertips dance with an enchanted snowflake.
Snow drops ~glittering~ blanket a frozen lake.
Dance with the snowflakes parachuting around my window frame.
The seasons are changing but somehow I'm still the same.
Smell the late night mist stand tall upon the ground.
Rain splashing up, down, and all around.
Fog wraps around dimly lit lamp posts like a cloud.
Sneak out and dance with me, even though we're not allowed.
Dance with the raindrops twirling around my window frame.
The seasons are changing but somehow I'm still the same.
The hot summer days live inside of me from head to toe, moving fast or taking it slow.
Dance with the golden sun drops splashing around my window frame.
The seasons are changing, and I'm no longer the same.
The chilly air has directed people towards their fall attire.
The wind brushes through my hair lifting my deepened soul.
A chaotic day’s work is now under control.
Dance with the leaves in circles around my window frame.
The seasons are changing but somehow I'm still the same.
Cradle yourself in the bedding of snow.
All of the glittering snowflakes are different, but they look identical to the ones I saw a while ago.
Let your fingertips dance with an enchanted snowflake.
Snow drops ~glittering~ blanket a frozen lake.
Dance with the snowflakes parachuting around my window frame.
The seasons are changing but somehow I'm still the same.
Smell the late night mist stand tall upon the ground.
Rain splashing up, down, and all around.
Fog wraps around dimly lit lamp posts like a cloud.
Sneak out and dance with me, even though we're not allowed.
Dance with the raindrops twirling around my window frame.
The seasons are changing but somehow I'm still the same.
The hot summer days live inside of me from head to toe, moving fast or taking it slow.
Dance with the golden sun drops splashing around my window frame.
The seasons are changing, and I'm no longer the same.
‹‹ FOUR SEASONS

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