Snow falls gently
Crystal flakes to soften the earth
Still and silent things
Resting easily
Not a sign of life to stir the sleeping trees
Little young one
Stepping through the winter alone
Softly treading on
Lost and days foregone
Since it's seen another life to look upon
Wanting, weary
Lost the will to push on ahead
Wrapped inside the cold
Like a blanket's fold
Slipping into sleep that never lets its hold