Through Nature's Door

When the morning air is clear and bright, When the snow capped mountains call, I remember days i walked with you, As the snow began to fall. And still i hear the robin sing, Just like he did before, The berries growing on the trees, A walk through nature's door. If i could walk with you again, Over mountains white, I'd hold your hand and not let go, From morning, noon to night. Those were the days i do recall, Those days of Christmas cheer, In nature's arms we shared our days, So good when you were near. Jayne Louise Davies