A winter stroll by a frozen creek Little footprints playing hide and seek. A slight chill forms in the air And the snow lays everywhere. A hush of silence all around As the snow comes tumbling down. As your breath forms a smoky cloud You see the buck standing, tall and proud. He stands as frozen as the pine tress Listening for sounds, so confidently. You stand as frozen as the water on the creek Behind the stillness, you stand and peek. Then he turns and runs away On this cloudy, snowy day. But this day lives forever in your memory A winter stroll is tranquility. ©Katherine M. Parisse 2004 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Website

Snow Script by Kurt Grigg
Courtesy of Dynamic Drive

Oh What a Beautiful Morning
Sequenced by Wanda Fischer
Wanda's Music