Walking in the midst of the snow
I lift my eyes to the Heavens above
Sweet music in the flurries that blows
My moods lifts to one of love
The sun shines its light upon me
I'm just a speck in the world of nature
Bursts of fire, its light on the ice in the trees
Such beauty, for all to see and share
I twirl as the snow continues to fall
As the sun continues to share its warmth
The sound of the babbling brook fed from waterfalls
The smell of fire in the town warmed by hearths
No longer able to contain my joy I sing
Such beauty in a season of death and cold
All seasons are beautiful, this I believe
Why else would Cherokee blood and God live in my soul?
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