The sky grows dark,
Gray clouds close in
Over the heads of the
People below,
Winds blow cold air
Throughout this land,
Depressing yet
Glorious weather mastery,
Spring mercilessly
Turns to Winter,
Refusing the rightful season
To its refugees;
A long haul awaits the
Inhibitors of the world,
Since the sun declines to shine;
A warning signals them to
Heed the mournful cry from above,
Their hands define whether or not
Normalcy shall prevail.
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