Snow fields flowing
on top of oak trees.
Like heavenly singing
down too both knees.

Cold and quiet
these nights of blowing frost.
Beautiful and stunning
heart warmth without cost.

Mountains below mountains
reflections of lakes.
Perfectly lost
behind gentle snow flakes.

Summer is warm
with the golden sun.
Running through wheat fields
more than just fun.

Autumn so bright
with colors in bunch.
Leaves so beautiful
stepped on with a crunch.

I wish to go back
when I left at seven.
One day I will
go back to my heaven.