Beyond there are mountains high above the trees,

Covered with snow below the open sky.

A road blanketed with snow disappears into the frosty,

White, trees growing all around,

Such a beautiful, and colorful looking scene to the eyes.

Dream past what you see, Imagine a running stream,

Icy with snow covered banks and wildlife living here.

Could there be a waterfall pouring down into a frozen lake,

Possibly icicles hanging down from rocky cliffs.?

This is Winter, it is cold and sometimes bitter,

There might be a freezing , blowing, wind howling through the land.

This is Winter, this is Winter.

Keith Garrett



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