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Natures Pruning

Snow is falling all around,
wind is blowing; makes loud sounds,
branches breaking from heavy snow,
nature’s pruning as it goes.

Trees are barren; flowers are dead,
summer dreams look ahead,
long for warmth and sunshine bright,
eagerly awaiting summer’s long night.

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Here here! A summer man like myself can appreciate a poem such as this.