Swaying, swishing, swinging branches
Brushing the ground as they move
Caressing the snow and ice that falls
Tenderly stroking the earth.
Crystal dancers move among the leaves
Their whispers are heard all around
Carried by the wind, they leap
To and fro they move freely.
Cast in the fading light.
Carelessly brushing by
Chilling and friendly,
The frost; the breeze.
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