The wonder of each snow flake, is proof enough
For me, unique from all others, to amazing to comprehend
Why God so big would care, about such little things
Covering each flower softly, whispers, sleep now my
Ladies fair, time is come to rest from, summers
Steaming glare, a chilling wind ushers in, winters
Frozen fare.
Grass, tree, flower and field, rest peaceful in repose
Dreaming of their summer fun, the sun upon their
Face, knowing the Masters Majesty, will raise them
From this winter place.
