Inbetween the mountains I lay

Waiting for a warm breeze.

These days are rare now.

I look around,

I see beautiful, towering trees.

The snow on the mountain tops shines.


It's so bright, but pretty.

I look to my left to see a young buck.

His antlers are huge and appear pointed.

He grazes as I close my eyes,

and sleep.


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