Snow

Crisp in the winter’s morning,

Softly all through the night,

What is this without warning,

Falling and white 

I have never seen snow,

but I can imagine it,

I’d bet I feel cold

The beautiful snowflakes in the sky go high and high,

up to the stream and facing the outcome of it popping through the hill

One morning I’ll open the door,

To bring in the morning’s

And all around there’ll be snow

Sitting on the ground chillaxed and fulfilled