The snow that fell the night before,
is half melted when I look out the window.
Everything is either dead or hibernating.
A colorless earth is only pretty for so long.
Flower buds on the trees about to bloom.
The grass is coming back to life.
Welcoming the green to bring
colors into life, everything is right.
The tree out the window is orange.
Magic floats through the air,
as the earth becomes so colorful,
before saying goodnight.
The heat is overwhelmingly hot.
Stepping out feels like stepping
into a hot kitchen or inside a stove.
Patience is slim as the number rises.
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