It gets colder each day and colder each night.
The sky is still dark when we wake up.
Fall and winter freeze us with their fight,
We’re warmed by cocoa in our cup.

The trees will be bare at FMA,
Yesterday, tomorrow which is which?
Changes happening every day.
Acknowledgment of it makes me rich.

Looking around, I’m grateful
For each and every season,
Each has a purpose
A meaning and a reason.

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