a magic goes over the country,
everything seems peaceful at once
as not known before.
When snowy the wide corridors
the brook lies still and rigid,
are reflected in the bright moonlight
Ice crystals wonderful.
Winter now holds us prisoner
rough time for humans and animals,
nature needs its rest
she'll thank you for it later.
A ray of sunshine looks into the brook
the ice crystals melt away,
lets the water flow again
quickly to another place.
Nature awakens to new life
and the cycle closes
There will be ice crystals again
surely a winter too.
