White, small cotton balls falling gently from the gray sky,
the plants and trees that are going to sleep say goodbye.
Snow fills the streets, roofs and the land;
it looks as if it is a new bed cover brand.
It is so pretty even if the snow on my face is very cold,
if I could stand here forever; “Your crazy” I was told.
Where I am is a winter wonderland but with no fairies,
winter is so peaceful that it washes all my worries.
There is so much to do in this season;
like sledding down a hill with a companion.
After winter melts it becomes spring,
with all the wild birds back to sing.
