People should treat others with warmth… not coldness.
This world is vast… we can make changes for the better.
White droplets pierced the old wood
Bitter freeze stinging the wrinkled bark
Dismissing the coldness… stood proudly as it should
Recollecting the melodious song of the soaring skylark.
Drooping leaves bend in the flourishing wind
Asking for days, that might of been
Sun-baked warmth and dreamy clouds
Bellowing its sweetness to all… outloud.
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