“Snow”

There’s something about how moon beams touch the snow,
How the small tracks of birds and hares do show,
A contrast with that of large men and tires,
How those tracks by day’s end will so expire.
There’s something about nature’s lovely tune,
How I slip on ice and gaze at the moon.

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