As the sun sets,
spreading dark shades of grey across the fields.
Our moon,
showing its beautiful halo,
of round dead light.
Bringing out skeleton remains,
of old green giants.
Cool winds howl
through twisted still life.
Mother Natures turning and chanting,
as we chillingly gays.
Gone now is warmth,
short pants and sleeve's.
On with winter and her frigid freeze.
She'll stop the rains in there fall.
Turn them into white fluffy small flakes.
Long for the heat to give you peace.
This is her fury, stay clear of her way.
Hot coco,

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Ooooooh a cup of cocoa with fluff, yummy