The sun setting behind me
Gives a beautiful orange glow
As I stand looking at the
Woods with a fresh cover of snow
I stood there and listened to the wind
As it whispered through the trees
Then another sound one of foot steps
Soft and quiet
Then a flash of white and he was gone
His feet stomping out a rhythm
That soon faded away
As the night closed in
And darkness creped around me
I knew I had to go home but before I did I looked at the stars
And made a wish

 
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