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trees that bare their naked beauty out in the winter cold, finding within themselves a bitter morning, that leaves evade and cover the ground.
fire burns within the hearth, of a home in tender growth, protecting the people that live within it, and seek shelter from being out in the cold.
the birds look for food, as do the fluffy, furry squirrels, being promised by a gentle old one, who sits outside and has a smoke.
the wind blows hard and the fire grows, time is standing still, as the winter season comes to a halt and forever shrouds the outside in cold.
no other place can ever exist, but the trees do create a quiet berth, for birds to nest and sing sweet melodies, and keep their young nice and warm.
few other creatures could ever be so brave and bold, to withstand the extreme temperatures that this season brings, singing outside in the cold.
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