Therapy Bits

In winter’s embrace, the world’s a canvas white,

With sparkling frost and skies so bright.

Mittens warm my hands, my breath a mist,

As I stroll through the landscape, winter-kissed.

Trees stand tall, their branches bare,

Adorned with ice, a crystal glare.

Snowflakes dance in the crisp, cold air,

A tranquil beauty, beyond compare.

Footsteps crunch on the powdery ground,

In a silent symphony, profound.

The chill nips gently at my face,

Yet peace and joy fill this place.

Wrapped in warmth, with each step I take,

Nature’s whispers, a serene break.

In the heart of winter, I find delight,

A perfect stroll in the cold, soft light.

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