when the trees are laden with snow,
     and everywhere a blanket of white,    
whilst Mother Nature takes a nap,
   the world is still, the air is serene,
                amid this tranquility,
                a heart, a soul reflects.



 
   
 
			  
the evening breeze, sunset in the far horizon,
      fingers of light in the sky, 
images reflected on the water, a somber picture,
     a marvel of the mysterious beauty that is Nature.
Ah! Solitude, in the deafening sound of silence, 
     in the stillness of the eventide,
               a heart, a soul stirs.
               searching, searching.

the promise of sunrise, the melody in the air, the songbird chirps,
    refreshing dewdrops on a petal or a blade of grass
a bashful frog, ready to leap at the lightest step,
   a row of pines standing on guard,
           the harmony begins,                                                          
           a heart, a soul sings.     
                            
                       

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