THIS IS WINTER



 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