A ballad of snow and song,
The woods are filled with glee,
The birds awake from winter’s sleep
Upon their frozen tree.
The snow was freshly fallen,
From dawn’s first morning light,
Casting its glow across the ground
To ease every fright.
The icy brook begins to hum,
Beneath a bridge of glass,
While quiet deer with silver hooves
Through white-capped meadows pass.
