Wrote this half a year ago for a friend, but I never gave this to her.

The Snow Falls

The sky is gray, yet beautifully lid,
The earth so white and cold.
Tears from heaven, softly given,
Upon the darken grave.

The snow falls.

Quiet the people, the beasts, and winds,
So that even the wheels are not
heard.
And there by the tree a hundred so stood,
Heads low in prayer.

The snow falls.

The black bird crows, but the eagle will soar
To where the heavens shine.
And there by the foot of the perfect lamb,
Sits the gay mother- she's home at last.

The snow falls.

There in heaven and here on earth,
She will be loved and cherished.
Through the silence the priest's voice rang,
A prayer to the sainted soul.