An orange moon peeps over the mountains,
while snow is on the ground,
all around the edges fire's burn
Without a solitary sound.
Winter trees stand tall, in the heart of this land,
watch and wait for an avalanche, that flows like a mass of sand,
covering the burning fire, and people all around,
hateful fire's glistening, spreading homeward bound.
snow is deep without prints to spoil the scene,
come summer, the area will cover all in green,
Christmas trees are growing every inch each month,
Getting ready for the chopping, just perhaps this once
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