The change is always outside,
the clouds turn gray and look to have cried,
seeing the rain drops crawl down my window,
off the roof tops while the wind blows,

The crystal drops create a clicking noise,
The rain comes with all the grateful joys,
The flowers spring up from the ground,
The singing birds come with a sound,

The snow starts to melt again,
A few green spots now and then,
but when the sun starts to hide,
behind the clouds on the other side,

Nights start to grow even thinner,
it starts up another beginner,
People wake at the light of the sun,
people sleep quick because the day is done,

The bugs awake from their winter sleep,
natures beautiful, but it isn’t cheap,
The ground begins to unthaw,
and the sun again withdraws.

by Paige Thomas

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