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By Arlene Nayak

Oh, how it drifts upon the mountains

A soft blanket of snow

A coat of white on a evergreen tree whooshed up as the wind blows

Painting the mountaintop

Shimmering in the sun slowly falling from the sky

Till the day is done

Gently shook off a tree

By a bird sitting on the branches

Magical like pixie dust

Oh how beautifully it dances

Swirling in the air

Smooth as a branch in winter

Falling gently on the mountains

Lovely as can be.

By Arlene Nayak

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