The Life of the Weather by Zech Thauer ‘19 One swallow does not a spring make
How many swallows does it take To turn the cold cruel claws of winter To the soft and gentle hands of spring The time has come for Father Winter to give up his rule And give the throne to the fair Lady of memories made new The feeling of frost under foot can't compare to the smell of grass covered by dew Why winter feels so long and spring so short I haven't got a clue In the time that Spring lives her beauty is unmatched The smell of fresh blooms in trees and dew on the grass It's the perfect climate for bundles of joy to be hatched A father and mother smile as they watch their joyful lass Slowly Father Winter has died away only to be revived one day And Lady Spring passes away with great sadness giving way To Lord Summer with a sun so bright and warm It gives opportunity and enjoyment to great hordes And as Summer's life comes to an end Mother Autumn's life begins A time when her dresses are exquisite with yellows and reds If beauty is a crime Mother Autumn is guilty of one of seven deadly sins Strong and majestic like a horse with elegance that could never be bred Young lads marvel at the fiery color of the trees Lasses laugh and play in the piles of leaves Mother Autumn smiles at the sight of children And is delighted when they are enchanted by the call of a wren
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