Frozen sky, like the frozen ground
you almost expect to see squirrels sledding by
on tiny Flexible Flyers, making not a sound
The clouds, snow capped moutains
rising from lightest colored roses to be found
as the creatures of the Earth rise,
slowly stretching, taking the first steps
to wherever they are bound
Some trails i know as well as they
perhaps i will follow for a while today,
listen what the Earth has to say,
what Truth is whispered in my ear
as plumes of heat escape my lips
on this strange and enlightning trip
as my soul once more bends to dip
my cup into this wonder...
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