A rose blooms in the snow, gently caressed by the sun, who softly strikes the petals with her fingers. Below ground life prepares itself, for new changes in the spring, as the acorns are looking for their owners. I cry like an eagle across the Grand Canyon, searching for water between the deep cliffs, but the light feeds me from the inside. My wings dance in the sky, where my feet make pirouettes on thin ice. Faith is believing in the greatest outcome, like a rose blooming in midwinter!
The world fades, as pink roses bloom. The bell rings, and in the distance, sounds the whistle, of an old black steam train, awakening the nostalgia, like the perfume of roses, awakens my soul, in the heart of friendship. I chime the tower clock, while the organ plays, our favorite symphony, as white doves fly away, on the warm summer breeze, that my heart releases, at the beginning of winter. The open fire crackles, wrapping its warmth around me, like a warm blanket, on a cozy Sunday afternoon. The tea in my hands, smells like cinnamon and apples, while the hot carrot cake, lays untouched on my plate. And as the first snowflakes fall, I curl up in your arms, where belonging is the same, as being home on a cold winter day!
The falling leaves fly on the wind,
creating a magical world all around me,
where I can suddenly sense the unseen.
Like angels flying on the wind,
the yellow leaves find their place,
on the floors of a broken world.
As I sense the first winter snow,
my heart fills up with the scent of Christmas,
where an open fire warms my soul,
and a deer calmly walks through the first snow.
The winter forest is an empty land,
where the ending waits for a new beginning,
as children fill the air with their laughter.
My mind is lost in this magical world,
and quickly wanders off to unknown places,
in search of undiscovered bulbs of wisdom.
As I mindlessly dance through this magic land,
I find my laughter in the highest tree,
where a red kite is stuck in the bare branches,
and a million red robins are there to release it.
Where peace dwells on the lowest grounds,
love flies up in the highest skies creating rainbows,
where blue tits pick snowflakes with their beaks,
bringing them like small gifts to the ground,
where children receive them with the greatest joy.
In this magical world where everything is possible,
the greatest possibilities are brought,
to the smallest places on earth.
A white blanket covers the earth, with countless dots of cotton wool. The cool arctic winds blow through my hair, releasing my inner-child to the world.
Laughter is an echo, that illuminates the darkness. The white snow is a wall, that reverberates the sounds, in silence.
The endless land provides peace. Covered in its white blanket, snow angels come to life, in thousand different colors. Angel voices fill the sky, only to be heard, in the silent winter sound. Do you hear the soft sound in the air?
My bare feet touch the white floor, as my white robe sweeps the snow. My life is an eternity, my joy an endless well of love. In a wishful moment, the winter land remains, and I play forever.
My Father’s hand touches my heart, the same way He touched the land, when it became white. A tickling sensation, fills Heaven with shrieks of joy.
In this joyful winter land, love has turned peace, into laughter.