AI Poetry Red Fox

In whispered hues of earthen red,
A fox in winter's white has tread.
Its gaze holds tales of silent snows,
Of hidden trails where no one goes.
It stands amidst the hush of trees,
A brushstroke 'gainst the cold's soft freeze.
With coat that blazes like a flame,
A spirit wild that none can tame.
The world in white wraps 'round its form,
The snowflakes dance, a swirling storm.
Yet still it stands, so calm and bold,
A creature cast in nature's mold.
Maya's words might shape its grace,
With strength in stillness, not in pace.
For even in the quiet lands,
Life's beauty rests in nature's hands. #aipoetry

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