Branches bend low
With the weight of the snow
A blanket of white
Reflecting the light
Of sun brightly shining
Each step I take crunching
On fresh fallen snow
The world seems to glow
Light all around me
Beauty is all I see
Quietly waiting
Silence not breaking
The branch soon lets go
A fresh shower of snow
Branches so green
Are now what is seen
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