• Winter Beauty
    When it's winter in the forest
    and my breath hangs in the air,
    The snow will crunch beneath my feet
    and glisten in the air.
    The stars at night light up my forest
    so I never walk alone;
    It's clear and beautiful
    in the forest I call home.Listening
    on a winter's day;
    it has so much to say.
    It brings with it new ideas that
    ordinarily wouldn't come my way.
    Stillness - broken only by the whistle of a
    far-off train or the ticking of the clock;
    Stillness is when my mind and I never
    feel the need to talk.
    Eyes see more; thoughts are new;
    wonder plays a part;
    For in the stillness I hear those things
    that are deep within my heart.