Snow falling down softly
full of grace and beauty
painting the oak trees and ground
of this old town.
I am frozen in the street at the scene
no longer a little boy
time does not rust away
my wonder at such simplistic
majesty.
There is laughter from a little girl...
my little girl
that echoes, breaking the quiet
yet does not disturb the peace.
As I breath in
out go my strife and stresses.
They float away
and become forgotten.
The sun and clouds
agree to work in harmony
to cast a shade upon the earth
that is so very pretty.
There will be better days
in Heaven I know...
but God has blessed me with this
moment...
and never will I let it go
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