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No meadows blossom

No feathers swings

All life is gone

Nature is dead

Nature has died

Veils of snow cover the earth

Birds cry in the silence

Winds echo through the leafless forest

All alone a weasel stands

Breaking the whiteness with its color

Fog shades the sun

As the time passes by

No colors shine

Beyond the white

Empty landscapes

Empty feelings

Distant cries

Of hungry wolves

No life left here

Is this the end?

So cold and white

So sad yet beautiful

This is not the end

It is a new begging

Silence before the storm

Darkness before dawn

Death before life

Gestation before the blossom

Leave behind the past

A new path shines

Yours to lead

Yours to defy

Death is gone

Gestation has followed

Birth will come