Silver light filters down
  Shining upon nature's cool blanket
  Showing perfection that is so rarely reached
  The ground glows
  Like a promise of things to come
  Coming like the hunter stalking prey
  Leaving paw prints, destruction or art
  An avalanche of warning calls
  From sweet birds, just awakening
  Rising like the morning sun
  That slips over the horizon
  Melting winter's freeze
  Freeing the stream from ice's firm grip