No view as lovely as the one through my dining room window
No sound so perfect as the stillness of the gentle falling snow
No day as peaceful as this Sunday afternoon
when the life force in every cell continues to heal my body
Hard to believe you died just a week ago
Hard to admit, perhaps, I could have loved you better
Then, perhaps, you’ve been ready to transition for a long time
and last Saturday, you finally got to go
and last Saturday, you finally got to go
I miss you my friend,
I miss the good, the bad, the truth and the little white lies
I remember times we laughed and times we cried
I wish you could see the beauty in today’s snowflakes
how round and individually designed each is
So many rapidly falling gracing the pavement white
without making a single sound
without making a single sound
This extensive white blanket covering anything
and everything in its path
and everything in its path
leading one to believe there’s nothing more beautiful
than today’s winter wonderland
than today’s winter wonderland
until I remember those beautiful summer days
when I looked outside my dinning room window
and saw you in the glistening sun
when I looked outside my dinning room window
and saw you in the glistening sun