Crystals and glass,
Replace the grass.

A sheet of frost,
A blanket of snow,
To preserve, what must continue to grow.

It's the season that resets nature's clock.
Turning back time, day by day,
Degree by Degree.
Just like an arrow,
One step back,
Lets us soar forwards.

For in winter we recharge and return refreshed.
Ready to reconquer what once was ours.

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