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WinterThy battle of seasons, far and fold.The leaves dried, and snows came true.Thy seasonal throne, a treasure to hold.Though Autumn stays strong, thy shall be slew.The wind blew, the cold and snow grew.The people stood by, ready and brace.The incoming Winter, they all knew.Oh lord Winter, bring us love and grace.The storms, the storms, they brought us cold.The blizzards, they froze and made us shoo.Into our homes, with warmth from cold.Though others might say, hey we just slew.The beautiful white blanket, so true.Winter gives us its beautiful face.The white landscape, such a graceful view.Oh lord Winter, bring us love and grace.Thy seasonal joy, with all the world.Happiness and love, with no undo.Even though all around, might be ice cold.We all enjoy the peace, with no overdue.Fun and togetherness, no such taboo.Though this might end, we know the case.As even Winter, isn’t forever true.Oh lord Winter, bring us love and grace.Thy Winter, just more than a previe
HalloweenOn Halloween night, past the forests and hills.The people of all, be weary of a fright.For the spooky night, bound to give us all chills.The children of this night, ready for their sweet spills.Their time is thy, with great delight.On Halloween night, past the forests and hills.Yet with all the fun, there will always be thrills.Something lurks among us, on Halloween tonight.For the spooky night, bound to give us all chills.Something came along, from past the hills.Whatever it may be, will surely be a sight.On Halloween night, past the forests and hills.The people turn, to what came from the hills.It’s nothing but the wind, a glad delight.For the spooky night, bound to give us all chills.With the night over, the children with their spills.The people head home, after the fun and fright.On Halloween night, past the forests and hills.For the spooky night, bound to give us all chills.
AutumnThe leaves fall and the winds blow, full of cold.The people joy, and the people play.The great changes, all to unfold.To unfold, the beauty of the new day.The blazing heat, just passing away.The old king Summer, broken and dying.For his reign, must end with decay.Thy love of Autumn, is a grand thing.The Earth, though she shows weakness and old.She shows beauty, like an elegant bouquet.The beauty grabs thy, keeping its hold.Though the children, stay and learn though the day.At the end, they will experience the joy runaway.Running, jumping, yelling and playing.The little ones play, until the end of day.Thy love of Autumn, is a grand thing.Thy fall leaves, soon grow dry and old.As even Autumn, starts to decay.The leaves rot away, the wind more cold.The snow blows inward like an airway.Thy seasons, fight like swordplay.Winter comes inward, to become the king.Though like Summer, thy Autumn shall replay.Thy love of Autumn, is a grand thing.Thy cold kepeth, so thy beau