A charred smell of hickory nuts fills the air
I take a step out to clear my head
As I begin to walk, I can’t help but dare
Dare myself to make it through this winter dread

My steps become less and less
For the snow has reached my knees
Yet I continue on, but I must confess
I did stop for a break by the trees

I whistle a tune, as I watch the moon stop hiding
The air is colder and white specks fall on my clothes
But I find it all ever so delighting
For there’s no better place to find a winter’s rose

As I make my way back, I see a light
It shines through the window
I enter with a rose of white
To see her smile, as pretty as a rainbow