Snow

Do you see the beauty that the snow holds?
Note how it gracefully floats from the sky
And covers all of the earth in a cold
Blanket of the purest sparkling white.
Mark the shrieks and shouts of unbridled glee
From the hearts of excited children
Who looked out their bedroom windows to see
Their dreams come true in the mounds that glisten
Gold in the bright morning sun. With such joy
I used to greet the snow when I was young!
How happier I was as a small boy!
I envy the joy I see in my son,
What he feels and I have long past felt,
Not knowing that it is destined to melt.