Her sunshine and warmth ready to nurture
Unbeknownst of what laid in her future.
Summer awoke from her slumber
For done was the time of rain and thunder.
Arising from her seasonal bed,
Alarmed was she when brown was in green's stead.
The Kingdom of joy and blossoms did not thrive;
Instead, a kingdom of sorrow and dirt did abide.
Summer's warmth dreadfully waned
When Winter, not Spring, controlled the domain.
Summer's worst fear had finally been realized:
Jealousy conquered familial blood ties.
And, with that thought did the shadows grow longer
For Summer's heart could not take that Winter's ambition was stronger.
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