Snowfall sometimes frosts the pines
Bends them low, bowed, supine
Layers every twig and branch
Creates a winter wonderland
Bleaches white the forest floor
Covers every blemish over.
The perfection cannot last
Occurs to us as we drive past.
Snowfall sometimes frosts the pines
Bends them low, bowed, supine
Layers every twig and branch
Creates a winter wonderland
Bleaches white the forest floor
Covers every blemish over.
The perfection cannot last
Occurs to us as we drive past.
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