Maybe the tree leaves change from lime to lemon to sunset to vermillion the way you and I do in the same;

They work up the courage to burst into passionate colors, but soon dawns the cold winter to choke out the imperious vibe with frigid precipitation from the vast and ominous clouds.

But even the trees know that despite the chill tearing at its seams, the snow entrancing each branch is just as enchanting as the previous season's fiery glow;

And not too far is the revival of spring, for within due time the lemons and limes, along with the radiant reds and golden sunsets will rise again, this time when the flowers set to bloom.

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