B - Get the G

Get the G.

Greys and greens,
Muddy reds,
Brings on the scenes,
Summer is dead.

Pure whites,
Crystal clears,
Long nights,
Freezing tears.

Rain pouring,
Trees are bare,
Wind is clawing,
But no one cares.

A ray of light,
Dew not frost,
Spring is bright,
And winter's lost.