When I think of white
I see mist in the quiet air,
Round snowflakes falling silently
And waves crashing against the rocks.
I feel calm and relaxed
When I think of white
I see mist in the quiet air,
Round snowflakes falling silently
And waves crashing against the rocks.
I feel calm and relaxed
Like leaves floating in the wind.
I smell pine trees
In the tall, snowy mountains
And the air before Christmas.
White is a snowball
Flying across the frosty winter.
