Healthy Living

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As the quaking aspen sleep
The spruce and pine a vigil keep.
Slowly winter's fingers squeeze
Causing rushing streams to freeze.
Then gently, quietly over all
The pure white snow begins to fall.
Silence reign until on high
its broken by the falcon's cry.
I love the magic winter spins
I rejoice when it begins

A crocus peeping through the snow
Makes my heaart leap because I know
My favorite season must be near
Spring is my favorite time of year
When trees and grass are turning green
And beauty all around is seen.
Birds sing joyfully in the trees
Warming sunshing, gentle breeze.
Life surges through me in the spring,
Causing me to dance and sing.

Roses blooming everywhere
Perfuming up the summer air
Long hot days, cooled off by rain
Refreshing walks down country lanes.
when work is done, there's time to play
In the long warm evenings of the day.
Hide and seek played in the dark
After the picnic in the park.
July, August, then September,
Glorious days we long remember.

Autumn's spell settles over me
When fruit hangs sweetly on the trees
Apples, peaches, plums and pears,
Delight my eyes to see them there.
Yellow, red, purple, and gold
Then harvesting fingers break their hold
And stores each one in the proper way
To be enjoyed some later day.
Each season's better than the last
If we live now, not in the past.

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