In harmony with the wind's gentle tune,
The snow falls in a soft quiet beat,
Covering the ground in a sheet, clean and new,
Toxic to the fruit, once healthy and sweet.
These gardens once bursting with vibrant life,
Fall into a mass of what is no more,
Like salmon once swimming against the tide,
Now washed up upon a cold ocean shore.
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I wrote this for World History. We had to write in Romantic Style, focusing on nature and human emotion.
