The snow is softly falling It’s like a song inside my heart Or like a river gently flowing With a quiet, graceful art. It is an enchanted moment My thoughts have ceased to be. A little bird is singing A simple, heartfelt song And the child within me Is happy, free and strong!
Poems of our journey
Beautiful. Beings me back to childhood!
Lovely!
Very nice! Nature rocks! 🙂
I can see the “happy, free, and strong child” in my son Filip who is 17 and a half now, so conflicted and in so much pain at times. Today he is back to being 5-6 years old seeking out “enchanted moments” in catching snowflakes.