The lord of legends blew through the lands unshackled
With his fierce breath transform bark brown into white
From the tips of trembling branches to rough trunks of the trees.
Tall mountains and forests covered in powdered dust
Across the dipping valleys showered with pale moonlight

Far above the sleeping fern green earth reigns the royal sky
Wearing a cape of turquoise and forget me not blue
The palette of frosts artistry
Air upon the ice sketched fresh patterns each night
Frozen crystalline snowflakes of cold winter dew

Complimenting the melodies of departing winter
His wild currents whistle and sing
Succumbing silently without resistance
Giving way and embracing the approaching season
And the tiny warm breezes of coming spring

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