Rooted
It is snowing.
The white specks are dancing.
The world turns upside down.
The reindeer are prancing.
There is no wind in this world
only the constant swirling.
I stay rooted to the ground
As I'm being shaken up and down.
A distorted image.
A circular world where it always snows.
For ever in time,
I stay rooted to the ground.
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