But while I'm out here walking, you're still sound asleep.
The sound of nature waking, and the air smells oh so clear…
And all I that I can think of, is wish that you were here
A beautiful snow has fallen, and lays softly upon the ground…
And here only once in a long time, does this beauty come around.
I wake you from your sleep excited, and bide you come and share…
But you have seen it all before, and don't care if it's really there.
So down the dirt road I'm walking, my breath upon the air…
I walk among the fallen snow, and wish you that were here.
Then there comes the drizzling rain, to melt away the snow…
As I walk the road, I can't help but wish, that it didn't have to go.
For when you have awakened, I'm afraid it'll all be gone…
And moments like these, at least to me, are like a lover's song.
But I will do my best to enjoy it, and remember what I can…
And imagine the two of us here walking, and me holding your warm hand.
Some things they taste much sweeter, when sprinkled with bits of love…
Like walks along the country roads, and snow from far above.
So if you have your someone. To share these beauties with…
Don't ever take them for granted, when they're surely the sweetest of gifts.
Ron Walker January 2000
"January Snow…"
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