Footprints in the Snow - Sonnet

I rise and know that something new is here.
It smells of pine laughter and undefined. 
Hands pressed to frosty glass outside I peer. 
Its purity and peace makes me blind.

Our foot prints mark our way down to the lake. Stains of black we cannot see readily. 
Cracks like behind our childish feet they make. 
From under comes a sound we freeze fearfully. 

The lake was taking my dear sister down. 
It wanted back its innocence from us. 
We pull her out thankful she did not drown. 
Before the lake was clear there was no fuss.    

Our minds no longer vacuous and vain. 
Knowing nature too can cause great pain.