The morning sun slowly rises above the great white mountain peaks. The cold wind blows unmercivully through the vast deserted valleys. The tres creek and moan under the immense pressure of the wind. As quick as the snow began it now ceases with the same exuberance. The wind is now hushed and the falling snow no more. The peaceful scene lay unfold in front of Heaven's graceful door. How much longer will this tranquility go undisturbed? How much longer 'till nature once again unfolds? Soon in the distance a chick-a-dee is heard and then a roaring bob cat. Nature is slowly unfolding her graceful wings of life. As the day passes and the sun moves higher into the deep blue sky. The snow begins to melt the brooks begin to bubble.
Reason for writing:
At first this poem was only an assignment for my freshman english class, but I loved it so much I kept a copy of it.
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