The sky is blank
Bloom of light, not bright but hurts my eyes
It is grey, but light is white
Snow, sparsely covers the frozen ground
Creeks flow, birds fly, and squirrels still scurry
On the forest floor and sky
My forest, is experiencing winter
It looks splendid from my window,
White tipped branches,
Fallen trees, providing a cascade of beauty
Some say, it looks bare and empty
But I know this is,
a forest I know is free
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