In the beginning, the sun arose in the wintry sky;
as the day brightened, it chased away the deep
dark hours of the lingering night.
In the beginning, the new fallen snow sparkled
beneath the gleaming sunlight
as if glittering diamonds were
scattered on the frozen white surface.
And soon a lone hare and a squirrel
hopped and scampered about
creating crisscrossing paths
across the white barren land.
In the beginning the oaks, the elms,
and the maple trees,
stripped bare of their garments
of resin-scented autumn leaves,
stood guard over this silent scene
where, in the end, there remains
a gentle quietness across the drifts
of whiteness gleam.
In the beginning a searching
journey starts from a wistful
heart and leads the soul to a
place of restful peace.