Cold serene and quiet
trees are somber, limbs lay low
the world is blanketed in white
in spite of sun aglow
Here across an ocean white
few come and few have gone
amazing how the world is still
when winter's kiss comes on
Streams to trickle far beneath
and off come distant sounds
a single call throughout the pines
reminds that life abounds
Close to heart these views impart
a sense of peace you know
cold serene and quiet
trees are somber, limbs lay low
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