As I sit on the picnic table
that is supported by the deck
I absorb the scenery
That is all around me.

I see the little nest that had been deserted
and left to protect itself against
the harsh winter that lay ahead.

I look down to see the snow covering
the ground's true beauty and wonder
if the snow will ever go away.

Then I look at the old tree with
its bare limbs coated with a layer
of the two week old snow.

All of a  sudden a little gray squirrel
climbs over the rusted old fence thinking
he will find some acorns in my backyard,
only to find he had been wrong.

I guess  I never really noticed how beautiful
my backyard could be.
I always thought it
was like everyone Else's,

but as I sit on this picnic table
I see the true beauty
that the snow has hidden all winter long.