As I walk down the tree lined road,
I see the trees covered with snow
My face is cold from the winter freeze.
Nature pinches my cheeks.
I hear the crackling crunch,
Of my boots on the snow-covered road.
I am getting farther and farther from home.
All is quiet as the forest sleeps.
The birds calling for springtime
Are the only sounds I hear.
Blue heavens above me
As I walk on my path.
A road of hills and bends of beauty.
I see footprints of deer and other
The sun glistens on the snow
A canvas of nature's fine art.
As I look at them,
I wonder where they were going.
Perhaps, they too, were returning home from a