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As I walked on the desolate road

and through the vast graveyard of trees,

I could hear twigs snapping

and the rustling of dead leaves.



As I looked at the aqua sky,

I could see the small white clouds

trying to take over the sea of blue.

Gently coaxing and slowly succeeding.



As I walked through the barren field,

I could see footprints leading off

into the distance as though running,

running away from someone or something.



As I felt the cold breeze

rubbing across my face,

I could hear winter calling out to mother nature

and begining to be heard.