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Gentle Giants
Branches adorned with new snow
reach high toward sapphire skies
then gently bow overhead
sheltering my path
Wnds whisper through supple limbs
- the gentle giants awake
to throw soft flakes of cold snow
at my upturned face
written by Steven Mossburg
2-17-12
For "Trees Everywhere" contest
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