Changing seasons

Changing seasons

Nobody cries over a few fallen leaves
the ground littered with chestnuts
a sky so blue you can see through it
nature is reseeding and stocks
of fruit and berries are high
We’ll make it through the winter
cold winds build character
survival is in our bones

John Lyons

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