A white rain clouding the sight,
The knees shivering with delight,
As the toes played see-saw,
The slippery road greets the runner's paw,
The never ending rain tore into view,
It's lone mission a fatal mistake,
As it's time was definitely due,
And people begun to find their winter's rake,
As the knee's time came near,
It looked over towards it's peer,
Yet it never found it's comfort,
Although it had a last resort,
As the knee buckled under,
The toes froze for a thousand years,
But the basking sun was near,
And it rippled with quite a thunder,
The white rain subsided,
The sun still hiding from the cold,
You picked my weak knees up,
Although I had begun to fold,
The weary day drug me to the grave,
Yet never could throw me in,
Your empowering kindness lasting,
And burned me tirelessly within.
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