Now stalled is winter as is season's trend
But winter held so much for us as kids
Our rosy cheeks knew what innocence meant
But that is something our lives now forbid.
We move throughout the world ignoring times
When frosted windows were soon turned into
Handprints and peeping holes which we looked through--
Our hearts always wondering, speaking rhymes.
The apple, when did we eat of it? When
Did we fall under its spell, causing life
To be cold winter days that we might
Never again see the days of Eden?
The knowledge which we are forced to acquire
Burn the innocence only childhood can fire.
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