I walk upon the icy lanes
enveloped in dense snow
and see the trees so white and bare
their branches hanging low
No soul do I find in sight
to face the chilling air
all sitting warm and snug inside
for the wintry charm,not many care
I see the mighty mountains
with their peaks grey and silver
how beautiful do they seem!
adorned with their icy cover
As I take in the exquisite scene
of this Winter's walk
embedded in my mind it shall be
for many years to talk
