As we drove along the winding interstate
the world sat quietly.
It watched from the sidelines
and shaded our path.
The tires spun with anticipation
of new roads to travel.
The birds and other woodland creatures
hid amongst the snow covered mountain tops
playing peek-a-boo as they shook the white from their fur.
Warmth from the sun began to sink into their coats
and the trees dressed in their lacey best
began to lose it all.
Shivering, they grew weak from the cold
and their branches snapped one by one
but no one seemed to notice.
No one seemed to care.
As we drove along the winding interstate
the world did not sit quietly anymore.
It ran along side us,
trying to move on with the day.
And as we continued on absorbed in our ways,
the woodland creatures no longer kept up an interest in our hurried days.
Instead the woodland creatures breathed a sigh of relief
at their lightened load and turned their attention back to their humble abode.
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