The trees were bare but beautiful
The waves rose over the mast,
The sun was brave and dutiful
In it's fight against the arctic blast;
And although the wind was cold and biting
I thought of it another way
For it wrapped around my mind, inviting
All my troubles to just blow away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful nature Poem, blow away the troubles on cold chilling day