Every winter,

I try to forget,

How green are the leaves,

How warm is the sun,

So that I may be,

In awe of it all,

When first the small buds,

Of spring are in bloom.

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Every spring,

I try to forget,

The salt on the wind,

The taste of freedom,

So when I sample,

The fruits of summer,

I’ll never have known,

Anything better.

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Every summer,

I try to forget,

All of the beauty,

Of red and orange,

So when I first glance,

On those graceful leaves,

I’ll see more splendor,

Than ever before.

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Every autumn,

I try to forget,

The beauty of ice,

The joy of the snow,

So when I lay eyes,

On that striking scene.

I may be in awe,

And know true beauty.