The magical whiteness of the streets
Pleasing my weary soul,
Snowfall covering the trees
Filling my heart with childish delight,
And the icy breeze touching my face
Ah! What a solace – gift of God.
Snow beads clinging to my overcoat
Making me wet all over...
Then I quickly enter my timbered house
After the wonderful morning walk.
The enchanting winter of Boston
Smiles at me from the windowpane
Thrilling every ounce of me.
I am so spell bound by nature’s allure
That while having a sip of coffee
I tell myself ‘I am but not alone,
The divine Nature is with me.’
Pleasing my weary soul,
Snowfall covering the trees
Filling my heart with childish delight,
And the icy breeze touching my face
Ah! What a solace – gift of God.
Snow beads clinging to my overcoat
Making me wet all over...
Then I quickly enter my timbered house
After the wonderful morning walk.
The enchanting winter of Boston
Smiles at me from the windowpane
Thrilling every ounce of me.
I am so spell bound by nature’s allure
That while having a sip of coffee
I tell myself ‘I am but not alone,
The divine Nature is with me.’
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