of Winter’s bitter winds
the fields begin their steady thaw
she warms up to a glow
as fire swipes the mountainsides
and meadows clear for Spring
the fields are ripe for new beginnings
she becomes a seed within
as fire bites the earth alive
from streams of Summer’s sun
the fields grow deep and pretty-plushed
she thrives in perfect bloom
as fire climbs into a blaze
matured for Autumn’s approach
the fields explode to kaleidoscope hues
she radiates an infinite spectrum
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