I walk through the woods in the late eve

snow whirls about my ankles

This beauty I can hardly belive

once baren tress are hung with pearls

The sun glints off the ground

Like it's been strewn with stars

A perfect land where there is no sound

it wrenches my soul to depart

from this land of wonderous beauty

in which I feel I have glimpsed God's heart.

-Nyl