the sun is up in the frost covered hills
time stands still
a chill to the air
a prism of light
spring is near
cardinals land in fresh seed
a rabbit on the edge of a thicket
now i see it
the sun is up in the frost covered hills
time stands still
a chill to the air
a prism of light
spring is near
cardinals land in fresh seed
a rabbit on the edge of a thicket
now i see it
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