When there's
snow high on the mountain,
With frost
far down below...
The
sun burns not as brightly now,
With somewhat faded
glow.
For the snow
high on the mountain,
Speaks volumes
as it warns...
Of cold north
winds, accompanied by
The wrath of
winter storms.
The flowers
shake and shiver now,
No longer are
content...
To fill the
fields with color,
Perfume the yard
with scent.
The flash of
Monarchs as they seek,
A far more
friendly place...
Are joined by
wild geese overhead,
As winter gives
them chase..
When there's
snow high on the mountain,
I feel a sadness
deep...
For all those
things that won't return,
Gone to eternal
sleep.
(c)
10/02/10 Loree (Mason) O'neil
Midi
playing is: Don't Worry About
Me
