Snowy Glen

The snow softly falls
In the glen below
The snow softly falls
Where the green firs grow.
On the snowy drifts
In the glen below
Where fickle wind shifts
In the frigid clime
On the snowy drifts
No one knows the time
Spring will come again
In the frigid clime
In the frosted glen
Where life's buried deep
Spring will come again
When baby birds cheep.
The snow softly falls
Where life's buried deep-
The snow softly falls.

Copyright © 1/1/06
by Michelle.
Style: Terzanelle