Today the grass is green, it's a lovely day I could preach.
Tomorrow the grass will be green, and now I will sleep.
Today the grass is orange, filled with colorful leaves. Today the trees are shedding, covering the grass with sweet bedding.
Tomorrow the grass will be green, and now I will sleep.
Today the grass is brown, my face pulls a frown. Today the trees are barren, today the sky is white. Not a single light, as the white fluff blows. I must go inside, for it is cold.
Tomorrow the grass will be green, and now I sleep.
Today the grass is white, stained purely. Out the window I can see not a single leaf. I'm forced in the house, but tomorrow I will go out. I guess it's best to enjoy the fluff while it still has puff.
Tomorrow the grass will be green and now I sleep.
Today the grass is green. Once again it seems, an age almost long ago the grass was also green. I regret hoping mostly for a green spring, because now I miss the white fluff that had a light cold puff.
Tomorrow the grass will be white...and now I sleep.
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PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
