Peering out of her cave, filled with curiosity..
observing the white blanket, covering the forest..
the untouched white reflecting the serenity..
of the sunlight, appearing to be uttering it's protest.
Protest towards the cool white blanket..
for covering up the green splendorous beauty..
for hiding the evidence of life underneath it..
but those who watch close, will see how lovingly...
the early sunlight caresses and strokes..
soft teasingly tickling the tender purity..
exchanging sweet and wondrous jokes..
once again confirming natures beautiful unity.
As she leaps out of her cave, longing to join..
the playing and teasing games of nature..
the white splendour teasingly tickles her loin..
as the sunlight tenderly caressingly warms her...
the wolf becomes part of natures harmonious play..
and those who pass by this splendorous place..
and open their heart and soul, enabling them to hear..
the melodious laughter of harmony filling time and space.
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