One fine morning I awake, near the shore, beside the lake.
Snow capped mountains I do see,
snow birds sing with endless glee.
Ice like glass upon the lake,
endless people come to skate.
Cotton clouds up in the sky,
ones a dragon,
ones a fly.
Though it's cold with frosty glee,
I feel warmth inside of me.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
One fine morning I awake, near the shore, beside the lake.
Snow capped mountains I do see,
snow birds sing with endless glee.
Ice like glass upon the lake,
endless people come to skate.
Cotton clouds up in the sky,
ones a dragon,
ones a fly.
Though it's cold with frosty glee,
I feel warmth inside of me.
