SNOW ALONG THE RIVER
There’s a path I walk through trees of empty branches, I walk,
The Winter wind blows chilly across the hills of white color.
Down below in the distance see do I the rushing water, I see,
The sound, Its sound like a chorus of drums and trumpets.
Hearing the crashing against everything in its path, hear it,
Nature has a plan of its own, still, it invites us to share in it.
Snow along the river has such a beautiful appearance, it has,
Walk as I do, my mind painting this vision of a dream, I dream.
Winter is a wonderful time of year for all the scenes it may show,
Just to see snow along the river, many places I would go.