From bare to breathtaking became the tree following the snow,
The snow laden branches are hanging lower now like trying to take a bow,
Giving a picturesque beauty to behold in the cold,
Taking full strength of the tree's bough to support the pose, oh, so quiet and still, a sight of suspended elegance to thrill,
Then comes a whimsical wind, brushing off the snow, like white fairy dust it swirls and twirls to the snow covered ground only to blend in,
And there stands the bare tree waiting to be dressed and undressed again,
I love seeing the beauty that will come and go,
While looking outside my kitchen window.
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