Below a Christmas Snow
A lonely road through scattered leaves,
The forest darker than you please,
Snow that falls will ever play
With nature’s lows and shorter days.
A mother’s child may sled with ease
Upon that hill, upon the leaves,
That scattered but a month ago,
Are covered now with Christmas snow.
But far below,
Down deep below,
The snow so dripping wet,
Once covered in winter snow
That we, so soon forget,
That we so soon forget,
That we so soon forget.