When the Sky Falls

Water turns to snow and the earth begins its glow.

A blanket swaddles the earth, except cold and not of the hearth.

We animals seek refuge inside. Afraid of summer’s winter bride.

Waiting, we try to survive. Only some are able to thrive.

They are those who dealt with the froze.

They are those who find the first rose. 


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