Through Nature's Door Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

When the morning air is clear and bright,
When the snow capped mountains call,
I remember days i walked with you,
As the snow began to fall.

And still i hear the robin sing,
Just like he did before,
The berries growing on the trees,
A walk through nature's door.

If i could walk with you again,
Over mountains white,
I'd hold your hand and not let go,
From morning, noon to night.

Those were the days i do recall,
Those days of Christmas cheer,
In nature's arms we shared our days,
So good when you were near.


Jayne Louise Davies