It was early on this
Saturday. It was snowy,
and the sun was out.
Still I can see it,
The sun through the trees,
Shining off the bright
White in the window frame.
Too bright for a picture,
Merely for the eyes to see.
Nature's not blind in this gleam,
Everyday she flirts and teases,
With these eyes that ,
Gaze out the window frame.

It was early on this,
Saturday. The trees
were bare, trying to
Keep warm, now that the
leaves are gone. Miles
and miles I can see through
these trees. Only when
The sun's not as bright,
It almost seems the
Sun is trying to keep
This secret away from me.