From storms we get rainbows,
The clouds gather,
The rain pours,
The wind blows,
The lightening flashes,
The thunder rolls.
From night we get a new day,
The Sun sinks low,
The purple chases orange,
The darkness rises high,
The silence comes,
The coolness creeps in.
From the frozen land springs life,
The leaves fall,
The ground hardens,
The days shorten,
The animals retreat,
The whiteness covers all.
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