Beyond the numbness and the bitter cold
Lies a story of winter often untold,
Of change and a new beginning.
Up and down, around and around, the wheel of time keeps spinning.
With a blank white canvas and a colourful brush
It's chance to stop and start afresh,
To make new dreams and write new songs,
To fix and forget past wrongs.
This is a song of snow and morning dew,
Old winter blues and new springtime hues.
Winter’s stark magical sheen
Is soon replaced by spring’s lush greens.
Each has it's own unique charm,
As the colours too slowly transition from cool to warm.
It's time to end the comfortable laziness of the chills,
And wake up and live life’s every thrill.
It's important to truly feel the essence of this change,
To be open to all things, new and strange.
For this is a song of wisdom overdue,
Old winter blues and new springtime hues.
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