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Winter Slumber copyright 1998

Winter slumber

In the middle of the field,
Of long, dead grass,
My tree changed the color of its’ skin.

From life giving green,
To spectacular red,
Flaming orange,
Earthy brown.

As cool winds blow,
They drop to the ground,
Forming a protective blanket,
Keeping warm for the long winter sleep.

 

 

 

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