Soft white snow crunching beneath my feet. Tree's swaying in the winter chilled breeze. Dreams of pink flamingo's dancing before the storm. As his warmth beckons to us all. White horses leaping as they pound the shore. Pink and white flowers grasping at rocky ledges. As the cold blows and fills my tired lungs. Thinking of what life there is too come. Dreams of pink flamingo's dancing before the storm. Yes his warmth beckons too us all.

This poem is where the original idea came from, it was then rewritten and is now as a full version available in the poems book "Thoughts and Feeling" by the artist. The idea of people dancing before the storm is just an observation on life and the wonderful thing it is.

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