Original Version By Gwenevire
The morning sun warms the dark
As the happy song of a calling lark
Fills the air with music
The trees sway gently in the daylight
and rest there until night
Icy blankets of white fluff litter the world
With cold and concealment
The birds and animals have retreated to their homes
But the trees sway gently in the daylight
and rest until night
Fire bursts from blackened trunks
Animals flee from their homes
The trees groan and fall to the floor
They rest there until night
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Revised Version By Tessia
The morning sun tenders the dark.
The happy song of a calling lark
fills the air with melody.
The trees sway gently in the daylight,
They rest there until night.
Icy quills of white fluff strew the world
With frigid concealment .
The creatures have retreated to their homes.
But the trees sway gently in the daylight,
They rest until night.
Fire bursts from dusky trunks.
Animals flee from their homes.
The trees groan and fall to the floor.
They will rest there
forever,
until night.
