The valley was waiting for impending snow,
small hearts were yearning from earth below.
Waiting and watching for predictions made right,
heads laying down we were ready for night.
We awoke to find beauty a shroud of pure white,
small hearts were happy and squealed with delight.
Quietness set in, nothing moved, not a sound.
This miracle of beauty that covered the ground.
A simple reminder of snow from above,
God’s goodness and mercy
His blanket of love.
by ~ Beth Maxwell