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Date Posted: 10:11:43 10/08/01 Mon
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Upon the back of Arctic winds, the white cruel snow is carried in.
It drifts, it falls, it fills the air; it clothes the trees which once stood bare,
But through the dark and dreary day, I feel a warmth from far away,
I know that you are smiling.
The dew which sparkles in the grass, as springtime slowly makes its pass,
With warblers singing songs of praise, on lazy April Saturdays,
And flowers bursting into view as butterflies make their debut,
I know that you are pure.
The sun beats down upon the land as summer takes a hellish stand,
Then storms and gales loose all their wrath; tornadoes blot what’s in their path,
The forests burn and mountains shake; the rivers flood and coastlines quake,
I know that you are strong.
Next autumn slowly ambles in, replacing summer’s fading din,
And nature paints a bright collage, upon the forest’s entourage,
Of hickory, maple, oak and elm, and as my eyes are overwhelmed,
I know that you are beautiful.
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