We went to high places,
Where clouds, and earth
meet,
Feather Hailfrost lives
there, so kind and
sweet,
Protects all the weary,
Helps them to sup,
Catches their tears
in a buttercup.
At the first snow, she is a
surprise,
Dresses in blue, blue
as the skies.
Lovely turquoise wings like
a butterfly,
A beautiful scene, as she
flashes by.
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