From a silent snowfall overnight

lies a soft blanket on the forest floor,

all leaves and dirt covered,

the sticks and stones hidden.

Lies a soft blanket on the forest floor

with tracks of creatures sight unseen.

The sticks and stones hidden,

Dawn’s light spreads snow-sheen.

With tracks of creatures sight unseen,

the forest path is pillowed.

Dawn’s light spreads snow-sheen

and the pines begin to whisper.

The forest path is pillowed

between trees heavy-laden.

The pines begin to whisper

as the birds begin to sing.

Between trees heavy-laden

a field mouse darts quickly.

As the birds begin to sing,

the forest comes alive.

A field mouse darts quickly

and a fox scents the air.

The forest comes alive

as the morning turns blue.

A fox scents the air

with wood smoke from a chimney.

As the morning turns blue,

snow sparkles in light.

With wood smoke from a chimney

rising up from the valley,

snow sparkles in light,

making patterns with the shadows.

Rising up from the valley,

hawks lift on the breeze,

making patterns with the shadows.

The field mouse holds still.

Hawks lift on the breeze

above the woods in winter.

The field mouse holds still:

no place to hide.

Above the woods in winter,

all leaves and dirt covered,

no place to hide

from a silent snowfall overnight.