A sea of green sways in the waves of the wind.
A red and gold hand reaches out from the wake.
Pulling itself to the surface in the cool static filled air.
Soon a colorful body emerges as the green subsides to the inevitable change of seasons and scenery.
Now it is the green who struggles, falling below the surface.
Awaiting the tide of Spring when it will emerge once more.
A red and gold hand reaches out from the wake.
Pulling itself to the surface in the cool static filled air.
Soon a colorful body emerges as the green subsides to the inevitable change of seasons and scenery.
Now it is the green who struggles, falling below the surface.
Awaiting the tide of Spring when it will emerge once more.
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