A starry blur of white undaunted came
And softened, smoothed the gentle countryside.
Creation marvels at her own white flame,
Her appetite for beauty satisfied.
Below a hill, serenely standing strong,
An evergreen, concealed beneath the white
Now emanates a silent winter song
And dances in the evening's waning light.
Enveloped by a soft consuming glow,
The glittering boughs portray a mood serene.
Though laden low with weight of thickset snow,
It stands a noble marvel to be seen.
The Master's sculpture breaks above the ground,
With all of winter's glory it is crowned.
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