The cold hand of winter closes in, With the harbinger of a gentle shower,
As the old age of season closes in Upon the humans as hibernator.
The old shiver of fear is gripping The tender and the tough, an augur Of winter, as some are migrating
To far away destinations warmer. The leaves of winter keep sending
The arrogant a recurrent reminder To adapt to the weather changing
Else face the raging wrath of nature.
The wise follow the course of nature, And learn from the organised nature.
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