I listen to nature,
on a cold, cloudy day.
Where the wind whistles,
and trees swing.
The birds softly chirp,
and dogs bark.
I calmly sit,
and listen,
and watch.
The sound of nature,
in the winter,
is pretty,
just like a warm,
sunny day.

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