A misty lake wrapped up in ice
I wonder what is trapped below
All beings live but once not twice
As I watch woods fill up with snow
The forest, lovely, dark, and deep
With promises of spring to come
The douglas-fir, an evergreen
To eternal sleep will now succumb
Some say sticks and stones will break our bones
But I have never been so sure
Beavers build their dams from timber
And we build ours from rocks, secure
On the mountain is a trail
It may lead to Joy from Gloom
Or for the ones who don’t believe
From Felicity to Doom
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