
Life as Snow
As I walk, leaving footprints in the snow,
For those who follow, know where I go.
But do they know what I see,
What I hear to set me free?
With life around, nature there,
Freedom to follow, but with care.
Mother Earth and Father Sun,
And all of creation, which is one!
Nature, there to appreciate,
Now, before it is too late.
The snow does melt, time does pass,
Tinkling cymbals and sounding brass.
Far too soon from here, do we depart,
Leaving our creativity and our art.