Winter Wonderland Part 1

Winter Wonderland Part 1 prose poem

Photo by Conal Gallagher


A magical icy place full of falling snowflakes that look like little diamonds
as the sun’s bright light touches,them making their designs glow as they gently glide to the ground,
I can see little baby polar bears hiding in the sparkling snow,
as they pounce on each other as they are just started to catch there own food.
I can see determination in their eyes and their hearts are beating form the thrill of waiting to catch their own meal.From far away I can see a castle looking like it’s made out of crystals shining and glimmering in the distance,as I walk closer to it I go inside and I can see crystal chandeliers all lighting up as the sun starts to set,as I watch it I see glowing bright colors disappear into the darkness and as the moon rises I can hear a beautiful melody as I fall asleep.

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