A Cold Morning
The sun rises golden
Across a crisp mirror lake
Echoing mornings past
Warm breath mixes with cold clearness
And steam puffs like smoke
Signaling to the world the joy of the dawning day
Life shivers
Out into the growing light,
In between worlds
The cycle of life continues.
Across a crisp mirror lake
Echoing mornings past
Warm breath mixes with cold clearness
And steam puffs like smoke
Signaling to the world the joy of the dawning day
Life shivers
Out into the growing light,
In between worlds
The cycle of life continues.