Last Fronteir

A frozen glistening wilderness.
Pines stand like tall emerald soldiers,
Protecting it from seeking eyes.
This place stands wild and free.
Snow falls in glimmering,
spiralling patterns,
Quietly falling to the ground,
to form a pristine carpet of white.
A soft breeze provokes branches of pines,
Creating an eerie melody,
and the trees seem to be whispering,
Communicating with each other,
as the wind swirls through their green arms.
It is a world untouched by man,
Alive, beautiful and free.
This is the last frontier.






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