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.

Keith Garrett


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