Snow

Snow sprinkles the ground as delicate as sugar crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage only found in the heart of a child's imagination. Like happiness it can melt in your hands, and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth hugging till the land soaks in it's providence white like the pages I battle with Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground And when it lands, A blanket of perfection glistening the season to a crisp gently the sun arises "there's no where to go today, I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."