It is said that the Good King searches for a place to bless

Her face went soft and the world spun left to right

Time left the mind and she was there again in the snow

First snow angel of the year and a perfect one at that

No question judging on a scale hell to heaven heaven version

Home he picks is dressed in winters best

Tip toes in the evergreen rabbits dancing for supper kettle on

Foxes place full of youngins looking over the slim pickens

Chicken coop looking might tempting fat old lazy dog a problem

Old roster pecking like mad on mommas back youngins get more

Children the ones who are pure of heart allow the good to start

Jenny runs out the door for the school buss spies angels in snow

Stops only a moment in wonder of this image left by sometime during the night

Normal silence greats each passerby beauty is in the beholders eye

Pure of heart and soul finds the images more valuable than gold

Tough the road back in mind love once brought lingers in her heart

House back set off the road night gives it a special glow picture perfect

Each element makes the card of an artists dreams love boils over to the scene

Old rail fence leads to barn and house outlined in trees and stars Purple Mountain

Snow graces the landscape and the mind of children race to the warmth inside

Once a King in winter cold followed a poor man home giving him a simple gift of love