Wasteland

The weather leaves a cold and desolate landscape.
Despite the punishment, bleached trees stand proud.
The crackling of the grass underfoot resounds around,
Corrupting the serenity which consumes the land,
The blankets of uniform white covering expanses of ground,

Birthing replenishment for the earth below;
An ephemeral world, covered in snow.

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