Two seasons

The pale sun falls to rest
and lets the stars shine bright
as the snow crackle underfoot
i notice the sparkle
as the moon beams down
upon the snow tipped grass
i see true beauty
the old willow tree
with white tipped branches
and the cottage by the pond
with snow covered roof
and frost spread upon the water surface
the worlds true beauty shines

can't wait for spring
to see the old willow blossom
and flowers sprout at root
birds singing in there nests
those two seasons show me
that no matter what happens in it
the world is a beautiful place.