Winter
It's hands, stealing the verdant green leaves from the trees. A scornful glare, covering the grass in a frost curse. Angrily, it bites your toes, taking the warmth from them. Its menacing laugh, is the ever-lasting winter wind.
It snatches away happiness, abhorrent, hating it. The nightmares it creates, poisoning children's minds. Winter has arrived.
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