There is a land
Where the leaves don't turn
And the white powder
On the ground
Does not come in drifts
And rather sifts through you feet
Giving everlasting warmth.
The friendly sun
Makes the same route everyday
Blistering the skin
Of the people below.
You can look out
Upon those waves
Catching every soothing crest
And every calming dip
Color bottoms matching
A sky top above.
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