No one could explain the sight I saw
That day when we were alone
The sun setting in a distant sky
With the wind chilling us to the bone
Never had we three wandered this far
Down the road, into the woods
It appeared to be covered in white
With our footprints marking where we stood
Deeper into the forest we trumped
Thigh-deep in snow, we were
My brother showed us his makeshift bridge
He had made out of an old cooler
We hopped across the now frozen brook
As we picked and drag sticks along
Never before had we gone this far
For it was considered very wrong
The trees were bear and the snow was high
And the world seemed to become darker
My siblings were wholly unaware
Of the growing cold that was bitter
We reached the top of the forest hill
Where the abandoned tracks still laid
I dug until I found the rail ties
As my young brother and sister played
Finally I looked to the darkened sky.
The color was no longer a blue.
It had now turned to a changing shade
Of a shadowy violet hue.
Suggesting that we be on our way,
I assumed the air would grow colder.
The others groaned as I turned to go,
But followed the one that was older.
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