The crisp, cool breeze of winter
Flows freely through my hair
Sending goosebumps across my body
Only I'm not one to care

The wind dies down; I see it now,
The beauty from inside
Made possible by the strict rules
By which nature must abide

The highest peak of a mountain
The smallest grain of sand
Or even something just as simple
As the snow here in my hands

Most people walk and pass it by
There's something they are missing
The whisper nature sends to us
As I watch silently, listening