Across a Field of White I See

Across a field of white I see
Snowfall coming down gently.
No sound was made, no wind that blew;
None but distant woods stood in view.

Across a field of white I see
A doe coming out from the trees.
By a small fawn was she followed;
Both ambled cautious through the snow.

Across a field of white I see
Heaven laid out as a white sea.
Yet alone, I am not lonely;
Yonder are friends for company.

 

 

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