Trees blanketed in white snow…
The brown silhouette of a dashing doe…
All While the Frigid wind blows….
The early morning bright dawn glow….
The lakes full of woes and sorrows of these
A slight breeze blows through the evergreen trees….
All while the Frigid wind blows….
The red fox watches the owl doze….
The bright sun sets low, welcoming the night from long ago…
Christmas smells drift on silver bells….
Smells of pine, you cannot define
All while the frigid wind blows….
A gusty breeze blows through the trees.
Ghosting through the dark brown leaves deep in freeze….
The wind blows and stirs the snows….
All While the Frigid Wind blows….
It's irrefutable that the conditions are unsuitable….
Undisputable yet still not mutable, the arctic wind screams
All while the frigid wind blows
A soft breeze blows through the trees as the night falls upon the seas….
The birch bark glows white, contrasting the black night…..
Black as the sombre seas….
All ….
While….
The….
frigid….
Wind….
Blows….
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