The mountain tops are white with snow,
The morning brings a wonderful glow,
From frosty ground to bright blue sky,
Oh how the seasons pass us by.
I walk along the mountain trail,
From there I hear the buzzard wail,
Through treetops birds fly to and fro,
Oh how I love this pleasant glow,
Of winter scene so special to see,
Oh how I long to walk with thee.
Jayne Louise Davies
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