Listen carefully, my child! You will hear the mystical music Of the winter's restless wind, Moving about through the great Oak's Icicle branches! They dance in awe of the snowglobe surrounding them. Oh my child! This is truly a winter paradise! The old Sycamore creaks as old man winter exhales his mighty breath! So many magical things to be observed By the watchful eye and noteful ear. Too bad most folks just hurry about, never listening to God's majestic song. Peace and love
