A myriad of icicles are covering this vast landscape
Soft blankets of snow mask the earth
People shut themselves away in weather like this
Huddling around their hearths
They miss out on the billions of snowflakes that fall
They deny themselves the beauty of it all
The elegance which nature has portrayed gets forgotten
As people sit around saying “isn’t this weather rotten”?
Yet ask a child if it is so, ask if they hate this rotten snow
No they’ll cry, for us its fun, come look at our snowman everyone!
They’ll run around and play snow fights all day
And each and everyone one of them happy and gay
Whilst we gulp great mouthfuls of hot tea
Watching onwards in envy of our memories
Oh, snow, this song is for you
You are beautiful and astute
