| And when the rain did turn to snow And the Earth grew cold, the land slept beneath a blanket of white to grieve for the death of a daughter. Taken to the netherworld, stolen by Hades, Persephone�s innocence was gone with six pomegranate seeds. So the snow did fall soft, cold, white tears, the sky turned grey and mourned, trees grew cold and bare and reached to the crying sky comfort in unity. The great green firs stood tall awaiting the coming spring return of the sweet daughter, that from below she would raise again. The grass will grow, the trees will bloom, the sky will rejoice when the love of Demeter returns. Until then, the snow does fall cold and soft the land does sleep All mourn for the loss of innocence. |
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