Mountains High - Poem by Della Perry
From mountains high to valleys low,
A beautiful inspiring sight.
Sprinkling of unsullied white,
Yielding, soft, dusting of snow.
A frosting on earth as you sleep,
Children excited, through curtains peep.
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