As we walked the valley floor beside the cool and gushing stream,
the mountains rose a hazy blue, a vision seen as in a dream.
Majestic sun in all its splendour rose above a snow capped peak,
casting shadows in the mist, no words that we could find to speak.
Pine trees rose to meet the snow line, eagles soared the clear blue sky,
deer were drinking by the water, not a soul but you and I.
Squirrels searched for buried food among the dead and rotting leaves,
rustling sounds disturb the peace, a special magic spell it weaves.
We climb the jagged mountain path between the tall and mighty pine,
the air so cold and crisp and clear, the day so bright and fine.
We reached the old log cabin which was such a welcome sight
as flakes of snow begin to fall and a bitter wind to bite.
The welcome door was opened and beyond a roaring fire,
a warming cup was offered, to fill a heart's desire.
The snow was falling faster now a wondrous sight to see,
here within this cosy room we’re sheltered you and me.
As we watch the scene transform before our weary eyes,
we snuggle up together and sigh contented sighs.
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Warm fire, snow blowing outside with the mountains all around, the trees, a deer or moose here and there, what could ever be more peaceful. 
