Through the trees,
A cool wind blows,
It lifts my scarf,
And chills my nose,
I look around,
I see the snow,
The white flakes shimmer to,
And fro,
I try to catch one in my hand,
As on the river bank I stand,
I gaze across it's broad expanse,
As the flakes perform thier dance,
If I could skate,
I'd go and see,
If the snow would dance with me.
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