A river once flowed, so fast and free,
Now frozen in time, as far as I can see,
Its ripples and waves, have come to a halt,
As winter's icy grip, has made its assault.
The water still moves, but under a sheet,
Of ice that's so thick, it's hard to defeat,
A surface so smooth, like a mirror in glass,
Reflecting the beauty, that winter does pass.
The snow-covered banks, like a blanket so white,
A contrast so pure, to the river's dark might,
The trees all around, in winter's embrace,
A frozen world, with its own unique grace.
The air is so crisp, with a bite so cold,
A feeling so fresh, that's hard to withhold,
The sun on the ice, with a dazzling glow,
A sight so surreal, it's hard to let go.
The frozen river, a wonder to see,
A scene so majestic, it sets our souls free,
A moment in time, that nature does bring,
A gift to us all, in winter's icy sting.
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