The barn in the distance,
And the snow that I can see in far off mountains,
Just beyond the barn, but even in the winter, I can hear it melting,
Melting down the distant banked slopes,
To water the valley grasses green,
And it doesn't matter,
If the snow is far gone from view,
And the only thing is green grass and water to be seen,
I can still hear the crackling, running water sound, of frozen white glasses that break to turn the grass around the pasture green.
It's only the barn in the distance i see,
Because now it's summer time and there's no snow to be seen.
But yet staring in the distance,
I can still hear the crackling and running of the snow glass breaking.