Winter Memories

The world has changed, everything covered in white, reflecting every beam of sunlight. What lies beneath is for now sleeping tight. Winter brings back old childhood memories. The whole world turned into a giant playground. Red cheeks, frozen fingers and sleds and skis, and igloos where we could never be found. The cold, howling wind was the only sound, as we rolled a big snowball round and round. Thin clouds dancing over a blue canvas, We have just started a wild snowball fight, No one was ever happier than us, Those times were just so wonderful and right. Mom is calling us now to get inside. The sun is sending its very last light. When the snow goes the memories remain. Next winter we will do it all again.