I remember as a child,
And even yet today,
The beauty and splendor,
Of a freshly fallen snow.

Walking through the forest,
And gazing down
Into the wintered valley below,
I was struck with awe.

A 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 icicles
Reflecting the new day's sun,
Created a world of crystalline beauty.

Down in the valley,
I saw blanketed fields and rooftops,
And chimney smoke spiraling upward.
I felt peace and serenity before me,
As the magnificence of the view
Touched my heart.

The quiet and pristine picture
Brushed by the Master's hand,
Is more majestic and mighty
Than any man could ever make.