The winters snow is marching in                                                               ­       you can feel it behind the wind                                                             ­              I  look  out  the window I always do                                                           A  big oak tree is in my range of view                                                           So  many seasons I've watched go by                                                             seen  its  leaves turn emerald bright                                                           ­watching as they fall to the ground                                                         landing softly without a sound                                                            ­  Beautiful  leaves with silver side up                                                             shielding themselves from raindrops                                                        ­  Lit  up by lightening all in white                                                            ­ during a thunderstorm at night                                                            ­        all  of this beauty here to see                                                              ­       that God has placed before me