Softly she strokes my budding garb
Spring’s breath scented and sweet.
Summer exhales hot and sharp
Tousling my attire oh so discreet.
Fall splashes color throughout my finery
Before she yanks my clothes quickly away.
Winter coats me in piercing misery,
My naked icy limbs bend and sway.
My sap chills and stings
And my frozen heart longs for spring.
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