I crossed the lonely meadow
Covered in a quilt of snow.
Pine and spruce on the far side,
Branches ladened, hanging low.
The light of the morning sun
Brought a sparkle to frosty air.
A cloudless blue sky above
Was invitation to be there.
I left the meadow behind
Seeking shelter beneath the trees,
And found within a haven,
Away from cold winter’s breeze.
Inside this spruce plantation
Where trees tower overhead,
Stillness fills the heart with peace
Without a word being said.
I’ve only left my footprints
In that meadow brilliantly white,
The silence there unbroken,
Untouched beauty to please my sight.