Snow song

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

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