Winter, Awake!

The tired trees had had enough;
They cried out and creaked in groaning gusts;
With lashing limbs they swayed and thrashed,
"Oh, Winter, wake with icy blast!
We need a rest! We must prepare
To bloom and grow afresh next year.
This season's done! Our leaves are lost;
Our branches bare. Bring on the frost!"
Wail and whoosh! the trees tossed,
Wail and whoosh!
But winter would not wake.

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