The days turning gray like this
And to be so powerless
But I see a hint of color ahead
Dark and muddy, green of the wild
Something rough, yet so mild
Frigid, but there’s something else
The mist of a warm breath in the air
So welcoming, and it’s right there
It’s an overwhelming kind of awe
And once again it lures me in
Just as it has always been
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