The first snow fall,
how pretty the world is dressed in white.
I feel happier then I have in a long time.
No matter how cold the air,
no matter the complains of others, snow is my own paradise.
Nature is a very common thing for poets to write about, because nature is everywhere. Though opinions on it may vary. That makes it even better! Someone might not appreciate snow the way I do, and write about how awful winter is.
picture soon to come since my laptop is being annoying and won't let me download stuff
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