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Cold Winds are blowing, the snow is gently falling,

ever so softly,

as to not awaken the plants that are sleeping beneath the ground.

It falls so delicately, so peacefully,

Like a blanket that covers the world.

Even the smallest twigs and pebbles are not forgotten,

each covered with delicate flakes of winter.

They are cold to us,

but to the creatures that are under this big, white blanket,

they are snug and warm,waiting for spring to arrive.