The snow is yet unbroken
Upon the branches and the ground,
The scene is still and quiet,
A bird song the only sound.
The morning sun has yet to rise,
The moon has yet to fall,
One by one the stars wink out
Until none are left at all.
The day burns over the landscape
As the children come to play.
Footprints and sled marks disturb the snow,
But it was never meant to stay.
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