Somehow without elation,
We look at the snow as a white sea,
And, by contrast, with admiration-
But, the thought of all work and problems-
As the snow bring us.
We retell the dreams that we see,
although on the very same planet.
Appears in the regularly,
the snow and rain.
But look, the trees are all green,
And the lake water - look at its sheen!
And in the water like arrows,
long short
wide and narrow -
Leaves stretch skyward-
a lovely seen with the trout
jumping like mad...
The life is good!
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