We sit in our cabin beneath the pine trees,
our music the sound of the seas breaking waves.
We gaze into the flames of the log fire,
reading stories in the flames as they wave.
We are warm in our own seclusion as outside the snow silently falls,
cocooned in our world of enjoyment as the beauty of winter does call.
With the coming of dawn a new world is revealed,
a world now pristine and pure.