In the cold of winter, I am silver, and white, the palest of blue with tinges of brown laced within, my life held in a peaceful slumber of rest.
In the spring, pastels softly flow through my veins, pink, yellow, green, and shades of soft violet, warmth and beginnings of life fill my breast.
In the summer vibrant colors rush through me, green, red, blue, yellow, and purple, rushing to explore, to see my life expressed.
In the days of autumn, the vibrant colors inside me age, the green begins to fade, blending softly with shades of gold, yellow, red, and brown, my life professed.
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