Snow

As white as paper
As soft as cotton
Not a thing
Does it frighten

When I go outside
I feel a breeze
That makes my lips
Turn blue and freeze

How it's made
Doesn't really matter
It's a gift from above
Given from Our Father

What it is called
I did not know
Until I was told
That this wonder is SNOW.

**This is my FIRST nature poem , so don't be 2 hard on me!**