Dancing in fields of
Green, hidden in brush
Or between the trees.Crowns of gold are the
Symbol of the end
And a new start. Locks
Of golden hair gaze
Upward at the sky.Yellow teardrops of
Their mother wait
To disappear in the
Cold winters white storm.
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