Snow is like love,
First, it hovers above us like the clouds in the sky.
Then it falls, first, ever so lightly that you won't even notice it.
You just feel it.
Then it becomes larger, and heavier, and ever so exciting!
We play in it, touch it, taste it, feel it and have fun being enveloped by it!
Ahh! How nice it is...
While we drink a hot cup of tea,
Watching it snowing with varying speed outside our windows...
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes large, sometimes small,
Decorating trees which had only leaves,
Turning them into white pretty bushes,
Decorating houses which were once black and grey,
Covering their roofs with white fluffy candy and magical icicles,
Driving ducks and doves to walk on ice,
Stopping people in their tracks,
To just admire them.
When snow falls, it freezes us.
We can only watch,
Amazed, astounded, awed.
And then,
As suddenly as it comes,
It disappears,
Ever so silently but rapidly,
And you wonder if it was ever there,
Or was it all just a dream in the night.
Ahh...
Snow, snow,
Do, do, come back again.
We miss you,
Ever so, so much.
