Sonnet

Winter is singing a white snowy song,
Now, in the beginning of new years dawn;
When past amusements are all a bygone,
Days become brighter as they come along.
Life's starting, breathing and will not go wrong,
When rivers come again, flowing from thereon;
The forest is hearing songs of the faun,
Earth begins colors from weak to the strong.

Now, hurry for spring's freshness will not wait,
Nights are brightening up with a new start;
Time is closing those wintry cold moods,
And gliding through the snow at a faster rate.
Showing off greenly new born summer smart,
As earth seeds begin to grow out their roots.

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