Tracks

Flakes of crystal diamond bright
Moon of silver casting light
Field and forest rising night
And tracks upon the snow

Greetings brother you have passed
Your steps preserved in winters cast
They tell your strength is fading fast
And death you may soon know

A hunt began, to find the lost
Too young to pay the final cost
Beneath the white and bitter frost
A shaking form is found

Reach gentle hands to lift the form
Tuck next to heart to keep him warm
A journey back through coming storm
He doesn't make a sound

By fireside and tinseled pine
A pair of figures now recline
By purest chance or grand design
It changes all they've known

Then eyes of blue met eyes of gold
Two lives now bound in natures mold
With simple words a story told
Welcome home brother, welcome home