The Outcome Is Always the Same

The setting of the winter sun brings on a sky that's gray The shadows all becoming one are hastening the end of day. The field lays with it's hint of white at various places upon the ground. As I walk along this frozen trail, my steps make a crunching sound. There is stillness in the winterly air and deep silence is all around. No wind to move these trees so bare and nothing but quiet here to be found. On different days I come to this place and the outcome is always the same. The beauty I see before My face compels me to praise His Name. Douglas L. Ace