The Sun and the Snow

The sunlight fell upon the upon the snow,

then danced the diamond crystals.

The star-like gleam I beheld,

Beamed there upon the thistles.

And on that gay celestial day,

the mountains turned to sand.

The drooping, silent phantom ghost,

Escaped across the land.

The sun shone on the brook,

buried in her grave.

The brook unfurled, then rush away down

come the barricade.

Babbling onward she did go until,

she met the river.

Then whisper soft a murmur low, thank be

To my deliver.