Bees attended to the Roses
As Butterflies fluttered by
The great artist mixed his blue
And with it painted the sky
And the sweet scent of lavender
Lingered long on the afternoon air
Should we ask for better?
I don’t think we dare
Fresh snow absorbed all sounds As it fell steadily on the landscape The quiet becoming eerily magical All hushed, peaceful and pri...
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