With surprise

snow flakes wake us

the forest and mountains

stand tall in the grandeur

a world of billowing clouds

the river babbles her chorus

as she caresses rock after rock

the birds sing in exaltation

or perhaps, in protest

my voice sings softly

with the falling snow

for the beauty

is breathtaking



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