The sun is pleasant;
Blue sky, white snow and warm breeze.
What a nice surprise!
The stream is quiet
Trickling through the snow banks.
Lazy winter morn.
In the snowy woods
The deep echo of the wind.
On the road--silence.
The old black plow stands
Snow covered and next to the barn.
Will it work again?
Brown leaves green needles;
The old branch leans on the pine.
Past with forever.
How blue the sky is;
How white the blanket of snow;
How green the pine trees.
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