Winters Over

The smell of oak

And pine trees

The crunch of dead leaves

The coolness of air

and the fresh new breeze

Letting us know

That winters over

Spring is here

The whispers from the stream

Whisper

As you sit and think of many dreams

There are times you think you might

Fall apart

Then grace falls down

On the grey heart

Winters over now

Its over

Spring is here

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