Every winter the snow falls Covering the trees and cars
With snow piled miles high.
Trapping people indoors for days,
Sometimes weeks.
The late winter sun,
Beaming brightly through the trees,
Reflects it’s yellow-orange color
Off the snow-covered ground.
The aesthetic sight it creates is
Impossible for an individual to forget
And how one person could live
An entire lifetime without seeing it
Is beyond my imagination.
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