The sun high in the winter sky shines so brightly down,
Waiting for the evening to in the ocean drown,
The clouds are floating here and there all about the sky,
As little birds glide to the ground the wind whispers good-bye,
The trees are nodding softly, the cold does sap their strength,
The squirrels do chatter gaily as they run the forest length,
The deer look on in silence, ever watching out for fear,
They know they how slim a chance they have if the hunter gets too near,
All in the forest know just how soon the cold will go,
And up will come the wildflowers, peeking through the snow.
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