budding tree
blooming green
silky, airy
joyful glee
spring
growing, feeding
shading, breathing
bugs feed on me
summer
color changing
yellow, red, orange
frosty, cold and wet
wind drives a herd
across the lawn
and men blow you into piles
autumn
crunch, shatter, organic matter
dead pumpkin smell
you're all brown and fallen down
no more story to tell
winter
or is there.....? 
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