The winter night, dark, cold and clear,
All the stars above twinkled brightly against the night sky.
Morning's dawn would soon appear as the darkness slowly disappeared and the stars faded away.
It was the start of a winter's day.
What was hidden under darkness of night would soon be seen at mornings first light, for winters cold produced a beautiful sight.
All the trees were covered as if painted with a sparkling frost, as the sun rose higher; the frost glistened even more than before.
The bright warmth of the sun would soon undo what the winter's night created, though snow still remained upon the ground until springs thaw.
Sights to remember, sights to behold,
One of Mother Nature's splendors,
Such beauty from such cold.
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