Cold and gloomy days loom across the snow-stricken fields of dead grass,

 the frosty bite of winter threatens every crop that lay acrost the fields.

The icy gloomy days of winter turn into hopeful warming days of spring

 and the desperate seeds that lay stricken in the dirt after the harsh cold winter feel their first rains. 

Soon, those meager seeds turn into little sprouts that signal hope for the daunted earth. 

Then, the little sprouts grow and flourish as the year progresses. 

The minute buds blossom into plentiful bushes as the nurturing and rainy days of spring turn slowly into golden days of summer. 

The lush bushes soak up as many rays of the glimmering sun provides them with.

The golden, perfect days turn into a cool, crisp fall.

 The once lush bushes start turning different shades of vibrant reds, oranges, and dark browns–losing the dying leaves in the process.

Once again, the frosty bite of winter comes back

with the bushes left bare in the cold days and nights.

Soon, the fields are empty once again

leaving more seeds sitting in the barren fields

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