Breath of Winter

It blew across the fragile land,

Its voice sounded like of death.

It ruled the desolation for a time,

And during then was cruel.

It commanded the trees,

“Wither! Wither and let your

Leaves fall to the ground.”

After a time of rebel, they would obey,

Their green to gently lay

Upon their newfound graves.

And thus was the end of fall.

For the wind’s name was Winter,

And then was it’s time to rule.

By: Candace Nicole

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