The leaves cover the ground as I enter the treeline.

They crackle in the bitter cold.

The Sun is up, but the degrees decline.

The cardinal flies close, so bold.

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You can feel you fingers, though they are frozen.

you can see the forest for the trees.

A blue jay eats the seed he’s chosen,

The squirrel flies on his trapeze.

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Brown leaves still hang while the bushes have died.

The angry crow screams!

The woodpeckers’ patience is tried,

While the rabbit smiles as he dreams.

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In the Forrest you feel so free.

The falling snow is thrilling,

the deer leaps with glee!

The chipmunk is weak, but the hawk is willing.

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It’s time to return and lay wood on the fire.

I must go and warm the shack.

My eyes are dancing but my old legs, they tire.

leaving the treeline, and romantically look back.

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