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THE SEASONED OBSERVER
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Footprints in the snow
Who was it, where did they go?
They might have passed by here often, on their busy way
But only the pure snow surface
Shows they were here today
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Wind blowing across the snowy field
Making snow devils, wild and bold
Wind that is usually unobserved
Until the powdery snow and cold
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There are many invisible things around us
As we hurry on our way
Pause, stay open and watchful
To what might manifest today
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