Summer sun, your brutal,
a savage beast for true,
when winter blows her valiant winds
I will not miss you.

When shivering cold bites through my bones,
and chills me to the core,
I will still be grateful,
it's not summer anymore.

When winter gives her fiercest freeze,
it will feel like heaven to me,
no more summer agony,
I wonder who would agree,

that winter's more than a wonderland
it's a time to live and grow,
without the limiting movement,
that summer seems to know.

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