Winter Time
I watch the cloudsChurning up a storm
Laying down blankets of white.
Looking behind me
Rolling hills of green
Where the sun is shinig bright.
Rivers running strong
Icy fingers stroking
The large rocks down below.
The birds are soaring
High up in the sky,
Looking just like a lost soul.
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