The wind swirls it around my face,
I stick my tougne out to grab a taste.
The cool ice melts on my tougne,
It's slowing down but its not done.
It melts into my hair and once it hits my skin,
I love the snow so much, it almost feels like a sin.
A picture perfect scene
All those tiny flakes working as a team.
To create a land so blank with white,
So peaceful no one would dare to fight.
Just dancing in this wonderland makes me want to love,
This wonderful, peaceful place, as silky white as a dove.
