Stars fall from frozen fingers reach
Pierced by beams of golden sunlight's keep
All souls who behold the sight
Wonder once again with great delight
At the Hand that shapes the seasons
So tide and life go through their cycles
As winter's gray head stops her struggle
To reflect the purest white o'er another
Shedding tears that yield the earth her need
Bringing joy and green and nourishment to each and every seed
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