2/16/25
Through the Forest Snow
The morning light, a gentle glow, As I lace up and out, I go. The forest calls, a world so white, with snowflakes dancing in the light.
Each breath a cloud, so crisp and cold, the forest path, a tale unfolds. My footsteps fall on powdered ground, A silent world, no other sound.
The trees stand tall, in winter’s grace, their branches etched in frost’s embrace. The trail ahead, a pure white lane, A canvas wide, where dreams a
Donald is going to Pavel over the Whitehouse rose garden If you can believe that!
The White House Rose Garden has been in place since First Lady Edith Roosevelt's in 19032. It was redesigned in 1961 during John F. Kennedy's presidency and has been a regular setting for various events since then3.