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Nature Around Us
As the sun slips lower in the horizon
Its golden fingers do not
warm the landscape.
All the vibrant fall colors
have faded and fallen from the trees.
Blanketing the cold hard earth.
The North wing’s icy breath
flows across the land,
covering all in a wintry white.
Sparkles from the luminescence
of the winter moon.
Twinkle, like fallen stars.
Till again the sun’s rays
reach to awaken
the colors,
in the spring.
