Snow

Some say you are cold,

Some say you are colourless,

But let's listen to this twelve-year old,

Who says that the mountain is wearing a dress.

White, white snow,

Seeing you is a pleasure to my eyes,

In the sun rays you seem to glow,

Winking; hiding thousands of truths and lies.

You cover the mountain,

Hugging it with your cool blanket,

I look at you the moment I think I'm done,

You inspire me, as when you melt,

You take away all the sadness and hate......