At day's first light the picture appears,
The freshly fallen snow is the lead role,
As the sun strikes the millions of snowflakes it happens,
Each flake glimmers like a diamond,
A million icy gems more priceless to me than any stone or ring,
I find it calling me by name and drawing me out,
That softness and silence of a snowy day,
Those icy gems are formed into snow angels and Frostys,
Yet some evade the snowball fights and frolicking,
Those icy gems, shining like nothing else that I cherish,
So dear to this old heart,
Renews in me a time from the past,
A time without worry of what will come,
Thus, God's calming gift to you and I.