Dear Winter,
I’m sorry I have to steal your glory,
Steal your brilliance,
And steal your snow, year after year.
I think your glory, brilliance, and snow
Are awe-inspiring, but not everyone thinks so.
I hope you will not be mad at me for my
Colorful, blossoming flowers,
Infantile green buds,
And timidly shining sun.
I am certainly not mad at you for your
Frigid, billowing winds,
Unmerciful blizzards and hailstorms,
And brilliant snow displays in the early morning.
I want to remind you that every season has another season
That steals its throne,
And I just happen to be that season for you.
Please accept this, my sincere apology.
Your fellow season, Spring
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
Dear Winter,
I’m sorry I have to steal your glory,
Steal your brilliance,
And steal your snow, year after year.
I think your glory, brilliance, and snow
Are awe-inspiring, but not everyone thinks so.
I hope you will not be mad at me for my
Colorful, blossoming flowers,
Infantile green buds,
And timidly shining sun.
I am certainly not mad at you for your
Frigid, billowing winds,
Unmerciful blizzards and hailstorms,
And brilliant snow displays in the early morning.
I want to remind you that every season has another season
That steals its throne,
And I just happen to be that season for you.
Please accept this, my sincere apology.
Your fellow season, Spring
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