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Mountain top The leaves are all but gone as they fall from the trees on the mountain top. The breeze blows the last few away making way for the winter snow. A few flake start to fall with the help of old mother nature Fall as if God had taken them from her and places them here on the mountain top. Soon it will be covered like a white cap on your head. Snow is blowing here and there. Each mountain top covered in its own way . Snow flying from tree to tree. As the tops are white and ready for the long winter storms. The cold will blow and the snow will fall until the birds do fly once more. But the mountain top snow will remain till the warm summer breeze.
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
Mountian top
Mountain top The leaves are all but gone as they fall from the trees on the mountain top. The breeze blows the last few away making way for the winter snow. A few flake start to fall with the help of old mother nature Fall as if God had taken them from her and places them here on the mountain top. Soon it will be covered like a white cap on your head. Snow is blowing here and there. Each mountain top covered in its own way . Snow flying from tree to tree. As the tops are white and ready for the long winter storms. The cold will blow and the snow will fall until the birds do fly once more. But the mountain top snow will remain till the warm summer breeze.
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
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