Virgin Snow

Virgin snow, like idle perfection, exists too short a time for eternity to reckon. So instead of standing still take a step in any direction. A left, then a right, and a left yet again. The prints in the snow will tell exactly where you've been. There's more to thee than meets the eye I shall warrant. Much more akin to a canvas lying dormant. As eternity is reckoned: who has time for idleness? To let waste such un-noted potential? A wise man once said, "There's a lifetime in a second and each precious second is essential!" NOTE: I was inspired by the Danish poet, Piet Hein, inventor of the Grook form of poetry. The particular poem goes like this... As eternity is reckoned there's a lifetime in a second. Do a Google search and check him out. You WON'T be disappointed.