Gazing at the sight of newly fallen snow
there is so much beauty there one sees,
but I do wonder if any other passers by,
think about the snow that’s in the trees,
it is just a thing I find that I want to know.

Look up at the snow resting in the trees
there just waiting, for the slightest breeze.

Did it tire from the long fall and take rest?
Perhaps it has paused to enjoy the view,
sitting there in that lofty perch up so high,
is it wanting to be with the other snow too
or content to watch, like a bird in a nest?

Look up at the snow resting in the trees
there just waiting, for the slightest breeze.

They seem to wait until the sun appears
and when the breeze picks up a little bit,
they fly into the air again to finish the fall,
to the earth once more they do softly flit,
landing with a cool sensation on our ears.

Look up at the snow resting in the trees
there just waiting, for the slightest breeze.

They sift down gently floating in the breeze
and reflect the sun like little diamonds do,
putting on too brief a show, for one and all.
I hope that I am not alone and that also you
appreciate the beauty of snow in the trees.

Look up at the snow resting in the trees
there just waiting, for the slightest breeze.