Trees

I had fallen down,
so I looked up in the sky,
but the sun was much too bright,
I looked over to my side.

There between the trees,
was a heavenly-looking sight,
snow dust slowly floating,
from branches of trees of height.

I couldn't stop my staring,
it was much too hypnotic,
it seemed as though a spirit,
if I had dared and thought it.

But heavenly it was not.
It was normal as you and I.
the snow was getting cold now,
so I looked back to the sky.

Could it ever be so beautiful?
even with it's gold-paved road?
As when I'm lying here,
with the trees as my abode.