White, white everywhere
Bitter, cold breeze, flowing through the air;
Flowing through me and all that I will become
It is assured, winter has begun
Trees have perished, their leaves have left.
Like the air being scooped out of my very breath;
O what a sight! A winter wonderland,
How shall I describe it, so thou can best understand?
Steps that lead to a place we are forbidden go.
Descending, descending, into the snow,
But nature is free flowing we shall not be stopped
Prithee we do not get caught!
A lake, flourishing under the golden sun
Birds and creatures alike; partaking in winter fun
A walk through nature can never be wasted
For nature is remedial, just face it!
Written by Jack Fowler
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