The beauty of snow.
White, powdery, fresh.
A blanket I'd cover myself in
If it weren't for the cold and watery slush.
Snow man -
I made you
With your leafy limbs and stony eyes.
You stand to show me my frailty,
As you melt in the sun.
I'm happy today
Basking in the rays
Of the sun that's as bright
As a mirror blinding me with its light.
Farewell. It was a pleasure to meet you.
I'll see you again one day.
