I stand at my windowsill
Gazing upon Winter's first snow fall
Nature's true Winter call
Oh what a joy does my heart feel
As I say blessed be to She
Who brings us such beauty

So I put on my coat
Wander outside
Raise up my hands
Spin round and round
As I watch the snow fall to the ground

As it falls to the ground
I try to see each flake
As they are like us
All very different, but equally the same


by savvy-01/18/98...

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