A raindrop falls from a rosebush,
Like a tear from a young girls eye.
The wind blows through the Elm trees,
Sounding like a lovers sigh.
I tread carefully on the melting snow,
A white blanket on the ground.
Slowly the blanket is drawn back,
Slowly, without sound.
The sun is rising in the east,
Throwing light on this winters morn.
There is nothing quite as beautiful
As a winters dawn.
Now in the full glare of daylight,
I see this winters scene,
In all its magnificent glory
It’s as if I’m in a dream.
Be it dream or reality,
It’s a beautiful sight to see.
And one that will forever bring,
Endless joy to me.