The Snow It Fell Like Feathers

The snow , it fell like feathers-- a downy kind of drift, but Spring; although on the rise, was not yet fully'here. Then the sky began to rain--or weep, Though I have no reason why-- But I think that it was saddened By the how quickly winter passed us by. But for every tear the sky did shed, A blade od grass did grow... Teaching me a lesson that, Before I didn't know. A cycle it was--before my eyes, Life's grand way to carry on. Throw a stream or two about the land, And watch the Salmon spawn. "A miracle! A miracle!," I yelled with all my might.. I believe I'll look quite differently At the stars that shine tonight!