Snowfall in the meadow,
Wind blows through the woodland,
Day gives way to shadow,
All with frost is aproned —
Boundaries and fences
Bring to thought tomorrows:
Where we draw our limits
There will come
Our sorrows
People and Feelings
Snowfall in the meadow,
Wind blows through the woodland,
Day gives way to shadow,
All with frost is aproned —
Boundaries and fences
Bring to thought tomorrows:
Where we draw our limits
There will come
Our sorrows