Oh peaceful, quiet snowy day,
Best accolades on you I lay
Upon this place where you, in style,
Allow my soul to rest a while.

Even as the sun does rest,
Soft gray clouds all do their best
To shade me from the daily glare,
And help to soothe and, yes, repair.

The human heart repeats its beat
Even as we rest asleep.
And so with all things put aside,
I welcome now this chance to hide.