“Wintery forest, is quite gorgeous, especially in the morning” Gun Roswell

The trees are made of white stuff

In the early morning, just when the sun is yawning
Step into to the magical realm, where threes of white dwell
The quietness of it all, makes seem like time has stalled
And if you listen really carefully, you can hear the songs
Sung by all those beings making their home in there
Far away from the real worlds disturbing stares
A magical winter wonderland for those true seekers
Whom others might call, total and utter geeks
But you and me, we, both know that what you want to see
Can be much better than what those non-believers redeem
To be hocus-pocus, so never mind, just enjoy the find
As this is as rare as it truly gets, out here