Oh I'm going to find some peace of mind.
At any time I could change, any day,
a beautiful change.
Some low sinking clouds become reindeer
while I'm standing here at the door,
looking for a beautiful change.

The snow is here. The light is bright.

Flower forth, and soon, branch of Easter.
I want to be here when he needs me,
he will see a beautiful change.
Oh and he wades into the yard.
Nothing has been what I'd guessed so far.
Unforeseen, this most sweet, beautiful change.