Snow Child

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!

4 thoughts on “Snow Child”

  1. 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.


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