Abby Cheng // WINTER NIGHT

As the wise wind begins to whisper,

Tall tree tops start to storm.

Branches open;

They welcome the free falling snow

With loving mother’s arms.

 

Rough roads remain restful

As they are warmed,

Snug in a blanket of snow.

 

The whole world wonders,

When the day will come.

Darkness cradles the desolate night,

But out of imminent warmth, winds bring life.

But for now the bitter cold bites

And the wind still whispers.

 

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