Misty evermore
Lay the wood dark and still
Clumpy trunks stood quietly
Beyond the windowsill
Frosted patterns glittering
In lonely candlelight
Button nose and pudgy hands

Smushed up against glass tight

Peering out of cold window
The little one saw then
A burst of light over a hill
The sky now rosy golden
The peaceful night shrunk back quickly
As newborn sunbeams chased
Reluctant stars from pink-streaked sky
Flitting about they raced
Awestruck she stood there some time
Listening while fledglings cheeped
Watching her small world transform
With wide brown eyes she peeped