I remember as a child,
and even yet today,
the beauty and splendor
of a freshly fallen snow.
Walking through the woods,
and gazing down into
the wintered valley below,
I was struck with awe.
Breathtaking beauty laid before my eyes.
No indiscriminately placed fluff,
but a covering fashioned by the Master,
was enrapturing my senses.
Evergreen branches covered in white,
and dripping iciles
reflecting the new day's sun,
created a world of crystalline beauty.
I saw blanketed fields and rooftops,
and chimney smoke sprawling upward.
I felt peace and serenity before me,
as the magnificient view touched my heart.
The quiet and pristine picture,
brushed by the Master's hands,
is more majestic and mighty
than any man could ever make.
